In the land of honey
The rich make money
While poor cry out on the street
And they try to silence
The pleas with violence
Proclaim it's in the name of peace
While the news reporter demands for order
The crowd watched him struggle to breathe
From the high tower, the man in power
Insists we protect property
In the land of freedom
The people seldom
Reap their born liberty
For a person’s color
Dictates how others
Dictate how their life oughta be
While the privileged mutter on headline covers
The crowd asks the police
How can you expect us to think you protect us?
You murdered him in front of me
In the land of glory, the top page story
Resembles 1963
And the man in power
Says wait for your hour
But still I believe in that dream
The rich make money
While poor cry out on the street
And they try to silence
The pleas with violence
Proclaim it's in the name of peace
While the news reporter demands for order
The crowd watched him struggle to breathe
From the high tower, the man in power
Insists we protect property
In the land of freedom
The people seldom
Reap their born liberty
For a person’s color
Dictates how others
Dictate how their life oughta be
While the privileged mutter on headline covers
The crowd asks the police
How can you expect us to think you protect us?
You murdered him in front of me
In the land of glory, the top page story
Resembles 1963
And the man in power
Says wait for your hour
But still I believe in that dream
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