yeah its time america we talk bout the true meaning of freedom. not this dream you say it is. first off you base everything around green that aint even clean for all my brothers and sisters i feel the pain from thease killing sprees and u want us mexicans to leave but you cant. how can u call this being free. nothing to me in this country is free of a different skin color makes me feel like im not free .like this is the land of the free. why do we feel the need to steal even if u end up killing us with hard cold steel or lock us up in cages like the savages we soposedly are. why dont u see the damages of this all. but you dont cause the white man is tall. and the government is corrupt making us feel the need to shut up and keep quiet. be nice and dont enlighten us. keep your eyes down, try to change things .but its all the same. people shooting up schools and the economy ready to crash. people Wondering if the big bang really happened. having all thease gangsters asking who you repping ya. that i feel trapped between who i should be. trying to stay clean. bi polar myself always not able to be myself trying to be somone eles. on the edge most of the time feeling i should just commit suicide looking to the sky for answers if i should feel fine something but i feel nothing. so i drink my sorrows.down hoping to drown it out. but no one fixing it now i have my lung giveing out. sound of music my heart beat so loud beating when i heard my uncle died of an OD wishing it was a bad dream. sadly my reality. bullying was a big part of my days how could you do this to me everyday saying i was gay when im not like being gay was so wrong. wishing i had more friends to understand yeah now im the last to stand.and damned i felt like trash.