I walk down the streets

on the dark and damp sidewalks,

seeing men and women huddled in a corner shivering and hurting from hunger. 

How could this be the land of the free, 

when freedom is being homeless and hungry?

Children so skinny just skin and bones, 

pleading for someone to help them,

"please mister can i have your leftovers?"

we just brush them aside for being rude and helpless,

when its not their fault they are starved and homeless.

Mothers and Fathers in a broken home,

shaking and twitching from the drugs in their veins.

their children seeing what is happening to them, they know...

they grow up with addiction in their home,

they know no better, so they become the stoner on the block

who got caught... by the cops, 

when they busted down the door finding shots, and the rocks,

with the baggies on the floor.

But this is the land of the free.

freedom has no limits to those who take advantage of the system.

We don't understand the meaning of freedom.

Freedom is a happy thought, with the all American Family. 

But now days the all American family, is the ones who are broken.

Broken and Damaged.