Where can I go where the noise will cease? Where crime is down, with justice and peace. Where beauty is seen and also heard And love is shared, in thought and word. Nowhere! I say, and I know it's the truth Look our prisons, our community, our youth. Look at the system, were victims cry out Where the innocent are shot, and corruption runs about. Where the gavel goes down and silence is heard And justice and peace, are no longer mere words. Does freedom really mean, nothing else to loose? Or is justice and peace, a choice we choose.