We fought for freedom, and rights that witheld us
The stars on our flag each equal a problem that drowns us
Our dirt is covered with laughs and smiles
When there stands a homeless child
Are we really great?
When society really penetrates
us each and everytime we cry
They don't want to see the real side
For help, the blacks ask for
Crying for God, the poor beg for
Broken cities is taping the pain away
When we realize the problem we get thrown away
Do I really need to say more?
Ameica is not united anymore