A walk down the street
A system at my feet
Crooked and steep
A place I'd rather sleep
I don't want a gun
I want to run
A jail every few blocks
A community it mocks
Fast food on the table
With no money to make a meal stable
Working three jobs at minimum wage
You're just a name on a page
When your employer owns the law
The things you need won't be saw
You must finish school
If you can't pay you're a fool
When they say there is no caste system
They must walk with their eyes closed to miss them
With a bible in every library
Impacts on education be scary
We can't marry the ones we love
You can't slaughter a dove
Our bodies are not our own
The blood and flesh is not home
You said life is sacred
Then why do your tanks paint children red
Planes couldn't bring a tower down
We wanted enough oil to drown
I thought we had banned slavery
So why are clothes made in China covering me
In sweatshops children work to they're dead
But we can't buy American made clothes over being fed