In hopes and dreams of making a living, they come from miles away, don't nothing ever sound more better to them than where they look in the sky and they say, "I am now a citizen of America, I have the freedom to make my choices, I can send my children to school for free, awaiting people to hear their voices, away from wars, the famines and noises, for I can now work on a profession, no longer have to beg and plead please to a ruler on my knees, I found a life where there is no depression", but of course this image will begin to lessen, after they come see just really how it is, and just a little farther down the road after staffing heavy loads they will know America's biz, I'm sorry brother, that's just how it is, you see me struggling, but still moving on, so when the trouble comes your way, remember kneel down and pray, pick up the pieces, and move the **** on, don't be a killer, or get your **** on, just come and notice we all had dreams, and for a moment it was regular but crooked *** America had crushed it with its hell stricken beams, pick up the pieces, relate to our themes, this country's poor, the lifestyle is dry, so know you got better chances under better circumstances, don't you dare let them pass you by.