Here we are, in the land of the free.
But think about your life, and what do you see?
I see many things, that imprison us all.
Our future is grim, in this country that will fall.

We have grown so much, that people live in the street.
Our children are precious, and often times beat.
The prisons are overflowing, but they make more laws.
And yet you believe, that it's for a good cause.

There's no work in sight, for the ones who are poor.
The rich are strong, but still they want more.
Our government is powerful, and has many flaws.
And yet you believe, that it's for a good cause.

Our people are starving, because nobody will give.
It's becoming a struggle, for our families to live.
We are all in debt, because the bank gives us draws.
And yet you believe, that it's for a good cause.

The taxes get higher, and the laws get worse.
Being born in this country, has become a curse.
This is what I see, in this land we call free.
Your cause might be good, but it's affecting you and me.