I know people are misplaced
Out there
In a street
In a safe space
There's not much freedom day to day
That's why I worked my way through the paper
To find no difference
Is to be at peace
It might not accept my offer to pay for us all
It might only accept itself is worth money
But my letters will reach someone
Eventually

Souls gave us asylum
Money gave them pride

These are civil rights violations
That's a shameful realization for proud people