As I look up at the sky
I wonder why my momma always cried
Was it for how fast we lived and died?
Or because we never got our piece of the pie?
Busting at the seams, The American Dream
Like Meth said Cream, Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Parents with good intentions never mention
The Brooklyn House of Detention
Free to fly, and free to try, to get our peace before we die
Free to fly, and free to try, to get our piece of the pie and die
Locking us down, we got cops all around
The sound of sirens drown your own heart's pound
But you only wanted a piece of the pie
And in your mind's eye momma's still gonna cry
No matter how hard you tried, whether it's truth or lies
On the day that you die... But we're free to fly
And free to try to get our piece of the pie and die
Freedom, Liberty, The KKK, Modern Democracy, we have no say
American Dream, The American Way, Land of the Free, Home of the Slave
