Look into my eyes
Try to see what I see
View the world through my eyes
See the hurt of war stricken families
The pain of poverty filled streets
See the racism and discrimination all around us
See the competition
Survival of the Fittest
Will you make it out alive?
See the eagerness of children in the ghetto
Hear their cry to get out
Their plea for a better life
Watch mothers desperately trying to provide
Hustlin’ and selling their bodies for a decent meal
Look into my eyes
See those better off
Watch them make a living
The American dream, that’s what their living
See them climb the corporate ladder
Strive to reach the top
They have the money
So why won’t they share it?
Why won’t they share a meal?
Why are so many on the streets homeless?
In America, the land of dreams
With streets paved in gold
Where is the promise of a better life?
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