Looking up into the sky,

Seeing towers that offer dreams.

The American Dream within your hand.

Comfort, luxury, could it be a dream?

What seems like a dream is nothing,

Nothing but slavery in disguise!

The bustling of cars awake one from the  nightmare.

Feeling trapped within walls,

Walls from the towers!

Walls from the city!

Walls from suffocating life.

Five a-clock and freedom never comes,

Yet oblivion comes knocking .

What is family?

Freedom?

Religion?

Its 9 A.M. … let the American Dream being.