white people are so scared of black people. they bulldoze out to
the
country, and put up houses on little loop-d-loop streets. and

while america
gets its heart cut right out of its chest, the berlin wall still
runs down

main street separating east side from west. and nothing is
stirring, not even
a mouse, in the boarded up stores and the broken down houses, so

they hang
colorful banners off all the street lamps just to prove they got
no manners,

no mercy, and no sense. and i wonder then what it will take for
my city to
rise. first we admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes. the

ghost of old
buildings are haunting parking lots in the city of good
neighbors that history

forgot. i remember the first time i saw someone lying on the
cold street, i
thought, "i can't just walk past here, this can't just be true."

but
i learned by example to just keep moving my feet. it's amazing
the things that

we all learn to do. so we're led by denial like lambs to the
slaughter,
serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water and the old

farmroad's a
four-lane that leads to the mall and my dreams are all
guillotines waiting to

fall, and i wonder then what it will take for my country to
rise. first we
admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes. 'til nation's last

taker
succumbs to one last dumb decision and america the beautiful is
just one big

subdivision.