Dreams

Every body's dreams are raining down like glass around me
And these illusions of freedom and justice ain't keeping them away no more
My little plastic bubble of peace just got busted
and they are cutting into my feet
because the government thinks that I ain't worth the pair of shoes that I need to protect them
I can see greed seeping up from the sewers
And it's creeping into the lungs of every 15 year old girl who thinks it's okay to go make money by shaking her ass on T.V.
All of this because we have a President who just might need to go back to elementary
He lost his heart when somebody put a patch over his third eye
And this greed keeps seeping into these crack pipes
Into the lungs of these mothers who think it's more important than their babies

WE ARE DYING FROM THIS!

We are swine being feasted on by society
And we are not supposed to see what some of us are beginning to see
Like the resemblance between Saddam and our President
The fact that they've been doing the same thing to their people for years, only that one person did it smarter
But wait, because somebody thought it was their responsibility to quiet me
and these dreams are still falling
Dreams coming from Africa crying out that America has forgotten about me
My children are starving
Why have you forsaken me
Rape my women, own my people and then turn your back on me
children lying dead in the streets of Iraq
and the last dream that they had to hold onto was the one of peace that we promised to them

WE ARE DYING FROM THIS!

Dylan's words were forgotten when somebody put their half a dollars worth of smut on the radio that only verify what is on every single ignorant persons mind
but it gets interrupted by the broadcast that screams over and over again the same two words
racial profiling, racial profiling!
over and over again...
We forgot what it means because now we think that peace is only something that we say when we leave someone.
This ally that I am standing in is so dark and there is no way out
So I look at my children and I tell them as loud as I can not to become a victim of this madness around them, and my lips are moving, I am screaming, straining for some kind of acknowledgment that they hear me, but then I realize that there is no sound coming out
I have been silenced again
This world has become a riddle that they have to figure out and at the end their only prize will be being somebody's bitch
And it is my job to make sure that does not happen
But these cries and these threats and these fears and these words and these fights and these videos and these girls and these fists and these trends and these hypocrites and this silence...
It's got a hold on me

WE ARE DYING FROM THIS!