(Verse 1)
In the heart of the plains, where the winds do blow,
There’s a place where the wildflowers grow.
But beneath the surface, a story untold,
Of a land where the dreams of the young unfold.

Oklahoma in the trap, caught between the past and the now,
Where the fields stretch wide, yet the spirit’s bowed.
In the dust and the heat, we search for a sign,
Hoping to break free from the ties that bind.

(Verse 2)
From the red dirt roads to the neon lights,
There’s a tension here, hidden from sight.
In the oil fields pumping, in the wheat fields sway,
There’s a struggle for freedom, day by day.

Oklahoma in the trap, where the rivers run dry,
And the dreams of the hopeful reach for the sky.
In the heartland’s embrace, we fight to survive,
Yearning for something more to keep us alive.

But beneath the surface, there’s a fire that burns,
A spirit of resilience, a lesson learned.
In the face of adversity, we stand tall,
For Oklahoma’s sons and daughters, we give our all.

Oklahoma in the trap, where the storms rage on,
And the echoes of the past are never gone.
But in the struggle, we find our strength anew,
For Oklahoma’s spirit will see us through.

So we’ll hold onto hope, in this land of the free,
For Oklahoma’s heart beats strong in you and me.
In the trap, we’ll rise above the fray,
For Oklahoma’s spirit will light the way.

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