The scales of justice are tilted by moneyIt's rather ironic but far from funnyThe powerful get cuff links, not handcuffsWhile prison bars make others' hands rough.

There is no change within a society that does not begin within an individual.

Our minds are tinderboxesHungering to be lit aflameOur stances are paradoxicPreferring cuts to mental pain

Society is a vicious rubber stampLabelling and assigning campsBut love is an illuminating lamp.

Welcome to America, a Wall Street CorporationWhere the stockholders are rich and own this nationWhere cubicle preparation masquerades as educationAnd people of color are guilty by association.

The pulpit is beautifully furnished and brightBut it's rotted in places not seen by the light

A real patriot wont pretend everything is fineSit back in an arm chair and blissfully reclineWhile the streets burn I’ll point out the signsAnd maybe we’ll fix this country of mine.