Austin streets

AUSTIN STREETS Last night in Austin, another story hit the wire, A man was making deliveries, now he's caught up in the fire. Wilber from Venezuela, just trying to make his way, DoorDash on the schedule, trying to make it through the day. Then shots rang out — now everybody wants to know, What happened in those seconds? How did everything explode? One shot to the torso, thank God he made it through, Now he's sitting in federal custody, wounded and confused. I ain't here to judge the facts before the truth comes out, I'm asking for an investigation, let the evidence speak loud. If somebody broke the law, then let the courts decide, But justice means the same thing when you're standing either side. We talk about wars overseas, but look what's happening here, People drawing imaginary lines while families live in fear. North and south, border lines, nations divided by a wall, But underneath those boundaries, we're still human after all. Who's gonna build America when the machines take the jobs? Who's gonna work the factories, the farms, the stores and shops? We need opportunity, education, communities that grow, Not tearing working people down because of where they came from. One nation, one future, that's the vision I can see, Build it for the families, build it for the community. Let the truth come to the surface, let accountability begin, And if justice has a question, let the courtroom answer it. From Austin to the Northwoods, I'm speaking what I know: You don't rebuild a country by dividing up its soul. People wake up every morning, get down on their knees, Then get back on their feet and go to work to feed their families. So don't forget the man behind the headline or the name, Because every family watching knows tomorrow could change. Let him heal, let truth be heard, let the investigation run— And let justice be determined by the evidence when it's done.