Full with Life
With joy laughter and happiness...
We come to America from Mexico to work and slave
Just to get under paid...
I have seen the new generation
an extended population of...
The heart is not an instrument,
the heart is not a toy...
The streets are harsher than I thought.
There ain't anything that can't be bought...
A sunset,
In a million colours...
Itâ??s happening all over again,
Blacks against whites...
People waiting on metal seats impatiently,
people standing on the edge...
Silent
Shadowed...
I've been called a menace,
I've been told i don't belong...
I do not want to live today
Or even breathe the clean air...
When the rain falls,
I sit and think about how the bird calls...