I live in a world, full of opression,

my mama is barely able to cook in our small kitchen,

I look to my left and I see the old me,

I glance to my right and all I see is ugly,

This world is changing, ever so slightly,

People never seem to just do the right thing,

Nobody cares about whats best for the country,

Especially not about people like us, we're nobodies,

I can't take it anymore with everything surrounding us,

Because babies aren't even happy no more, they fuss,

Why can't we all just get along and be happy?

Its like our emotions are going slow, and sappy,

I used to think this place was called America the brave,

God's Country, we all would celebrate.

But this isn't about religion and emotions anymore,

Its about homewreckers, and hatin' on the poor,

I don't understand how you can shoot a man down,

While sitting back and relaxing, face opposite of a frown,

How about when that old man fell in the street?

I didn't see anybody help him to his feet...

This world is screwed up, not a place of joy and cheer,

Like it used to be before the new century, I'd say 2000 was the year,

There's got to be a way to fix things, if there is please tell me,

Because I don't want to stay behind these bars,

So Lord please help me.

And us.