My mind’s in an elevated level of haze…
I can’t breathe from the stench of life
That takes control of me….help me
Can’t you see my breathing is not steady
As I struggled to stand under the weight
Of life, the weight of strife, the weight of
Wait, hoping that tomorrow will bring more
Than a candy coated dream full of holes…
My vision is clouded as I attempt to walk
Through the mist of weeded up policeman
arresting coke-heads caught beating up the
exstasy-addicted hookers just trying to make
money to feed their crack addicted babies;
and you call this life?
this world is more interested in a missing intern
doing the bureaucrats who “in turn” ends up
being a victim of a serial crime winding up the
face on the cereal box when all they had to do
was come up from off their knees under the bureau.
And yet two children missing just as long but the
Media don’t care for the ones who seek the return
Of their loved ones can’t afford to pay the cops, pay
The tops, pay the press, pay the people to constantly
Keep the story in the headlines; besides…finding two
Kids won’t bring down another administration
And you call this freedom?
Where does it all end when we live in this land of the
Free and the brave stolen from the “free braves” who
Taught us sports and peace and understanding and now
Live on little plots of land trying to maintain their life
And the only way we can keep their heritage alive is to
Name a professional sports team after them;
My thoughts are flooded with questions for I wonder how
We a country of “so-called” Morality can allow children to
Surf for porn in public libraries, rent videos from the net and
Yet we see commericals that say no to drugs during shows
Where actors are had “some Coke and a smile” get probation
to attend the Emmy’s for which they were nominated;
And you call this America?
My mind’s in an elevated level of haze…
I can’t breathe from the stench of life
That takes control of me….help me
Can’t you see my breathing is not steady
As I struggled to stand under the weight
Of life, the weight of strife, the weight of
Wait, hoping that tomorrow will bring more
Than a candy coated dream full of holes…
My vision is clouded as I attempt to walk
Through the mist of weeded up policeman
arresting coke-heads caught beating up the
exstasy-addicted hookers just trying to make
money to feed their crack addicted babies;
and you call this life?
this world is more interested in a missing intern
doing the bureaucrats who “in turn” ends up
being a victim of a serial crime winding up the
face on the cereal box when all they had to do
was come up from off their knees under the bureau.
And yet two children missing just as long but the
Media don’t care for the ones who seek the return
Of their loved ones can’t afford to pay the cops, pay
The tops, pay the press, pay the people to constantly
Keep the story in the headlines; besides…finding two
Kids won’t bring down another administration
And you call this freedom?
Where does it all end when we live in this land of the
Free and the brave stolen from the “free braves” who
Taught us sports and peace and understanding and now
Live on little plots of land trying to maintain their life
And the only way we can keep their heritage alive is to
Name a professional sports team after them;
My thoughts are flooded with questions for I wonder how
We a country of “so-called” Morality can allow children to
Surf for porn in public libraries, rent videos from the net and
Yet we see commericals that say no to drugs during shows
Where actors are had “some Coke and a smile” get probation
to attend the Emmy’s for which they were nominated;
And you call this America?
My mind’s in an elevated level of haze…
