"Move," says the rich man to his right hand. You sell your life away. "When?" says the poor man. He'll never understand. It will always be that way. Hope is the savior, it will be the cure. It fuels them on. Dreams are the only escape from the rich man's rape. So they still hold on. Equality: lies. Freedom: lies. But their spirit still shines. Justice: lies. Independence: lies. You cannot take their minds. All men are created equal? We're not even born equal. One nation under God? God doesn't have enough money. "Welfare," says Uncle Sam. Yeah, it will be the plan to look out for our own. Silence is the real plan to hush the poor man. Keep him out of the rich man's home. The poor see the segregation of this social nation. The fire burns inside. Hate, it will be the fate of this nation great and the government that lied. I'm feeling pushed. I'm feeling down. How can I be proud of this great nation when our streets are filled with pain and starvation? I love my home, but won't close my eyes. When will the politicians stop all the lies? All men are brothers, why can't we sympathize? Empty promises won't wipe the hate from their eyes.