American Dreamsicle

 
Sitting on the corner, all these cameras watching me
minding my own business, all these cameras are watching me
I wonder who is watching, I wonder what they see

They see an old man begging for bread, on the street without a home
They see a young girl in the alley, turning tricks to get stoned
and the people walking past them just want to be left alone

They see that police stop a boy and frisk him down
They see that police stop a boy and frisk him down
under the suspicion of the crime of walking 'round

They see that rich man on his cell phone, he ain't worried about a thing
They see that rich man in his fancy car, he ain't worried about a thing
He's up there laughing, and all we do is sing

Somebody wake me, wake me up from this dream
Somebody wake me, wake me up from this American dream
It's the land of the free, so why it got to be so mean?

J. Stacey/Stabro Music BMI, ©2012

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