They say we live the AMERICAN DREAM...

500 thousand homeless....
48.1 million go hungry....
16,238 murders per year....
1.1 million foreclosures....
8 million jobless....
Where racism still exist...
Lack of real Government...
A very weak economy.....
A weak education system...
Where poverty still exist...

If this is the AMERICAN DREAM,
somebody needs to wake me the **** up....

I once had a future,
that was lost it in time....

From the times of my past,
where my roll defines me...

From once having everything,
to losing it all....

The things we chase.....
The things we lose....

Are a glimpse in time,
where things were abused...

The things we give....
The things we no longer take....

Are things we desire,
to no longer be fake...

Feelings change,
as time passes us by...

As our mind grows,
our outlook on life changes...

Has you life changed you,
or have you changed your life..

Hungry and cold,
she talks to herself as she grows old....

She pushes her basket,
with all her clothes....

With tears in her eye's,
with no signs of hope......

Collecting cans is a full time job...
Walking in circles to make a dime....

With a spot under the bridge,
that she calls her home....

Her friends she fights with,
which are her only thoughts....

A losing battle, from the start....

I see her every morning,
sitting in my car...

I say:
God bless that lady as she has come far....

Someone with a heart,
with love and care....

And now she's alone,
and no one really cares..

If you see someone hungry,
give them some change....

Tell them God loves then,
and I'll do the same....

She was a girl,
with no place to go.....

Walking the streets,
because that's all she knows....

She sells her body,
to anyone for money.....

Twenty for a *******,
fifty for a lay.....

Enough to get her dope,
So she won't be sick for the day....

With a pump by her side,
she gives him her money.

But it's not enough,
so he beats her everyday....

Yet, does she feel secure,
or just scared everyday....

Day to day she ***** away,
a *** slave in America....

As her life knows,
no other way....

Realities in life,
keep us footed...

Fantasies in life,
keep us dreaming....

Sadness in life,
will eventually pass....

Happiness in life,
keeps us from being sad....

Heartache in life,
keeps us hurting....

Crying in life,
keeps us in pain....

Love of life,
keeps us wanting.....

Life for love,
keeps us looking....

Resentment in life,
keeps one angry.....

Envy in life,
keeps one jealous....

Anger is one,
keeps one mad....

Responsibility in life,
keeps one working....

Peace in life ,
keeps one content....

The tears that fall beneath my eyes,
are droplets of pain as I cry....

As the tears run down my face,
all my fears now scare this place....

As I try not to tremble within,
my mind is racing about life's end...

As I try to control my emotions,
I can not find a reason or notion....

I once found love and life was great,
now it's gone and my heart still aches...

The feelings of love must be a myth,
The one's I meet can't come to grips..

Is it better to ****,
and never to love....

And lose those feelings,
of wanting love....

As the raindrops hit my skin...
The feeling of tears fall within....

As I look through the pouring rain.....
I hide the feelings of all my pain.....

The darkened clouds drift in the night.....
Reminds me of love with fear and freight....

As the rain stops and my skin dries....
Feelings of lonelyness begin to die.....

The clouds have now cleared.....
I shed those feelings of love and fear...

Now that the rain has passed....
Along with my criticism of my past...

The light now gets closer within my grasp....
I look to the future for the life I ask....