It might be rude to screamBut i get so pissedAll your space gets sucked awayBecomes their junkyard mistThe country is shrinkingEveryone's breedingLike rats in a cageWe're strangled and scaredCould we just take careOf each other could weJust take careCould we see beyondThe pasture of childhood rageAnd minimum wageCould we see beyond thisPasture your countryWas built on slavesDriving down and out of chicagoI'm looking for the highwayAnd i look aroundAnd oh my goddessWhat have we donePast the jewel osco pass the busSpewing black air all overThis black neighborhoodMainly it's bars and fast foodFast fast food cheap poisonOh my goddessWhat have we doneWhat have my fathersDone to my brothersWhat have our leadersLed us intoWhat have we chosenFast asleep in racist bathsThat keep people powerlessPolluted and poorScrubbed clean of their godsOh my goddess goodnessWhere are we nowI'd bang down your billboardsSuck nourish from this rustyI'd send those streamsTo wash it cleanMake everything wetAnd lustyI want the loggersTo be cast awayI want to letThe mantises prayI want the loggersTo be cast awayI just wanna playDon't sell me your junkyardDon't package my deathI need the earth for my feetAnd the wind for my breath
