As I walk the streets of Cairo I empathize as I go And I feel ashamed Of the land from where I came Where we think different people Are the ones that harbor evil But you gotta think harder Cause we’re all the same Stop fearing people Before you meet them And don’t keep enemies Until you must defeat them My country, love it or leave it That’s shit and I don’t believe it A decaying standard And it’s begging for a change Freedom is relative I feel relatively free where I live But down in Cairo Freedom is not ours to give With our birds up high and their sons below You don’t know where every bomb will blow With their sons below and our birds up high Are you made to be friends in heaven when you die? https://youtube/watch?v=SVwzXCDelaQ
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 12:25:50 +0000