I came from the Wild West
In search of the city
For I thought all the towers
Held some type of hope for me

I went to the top floors
And found evil and greedy men
Overlooking a land
They planned to rob again

Mexicans and blacks cried out
For justice and equality
Brown people kneeled to pray
For a future that would never be

Then a man called Uncle Sam
Pointed his finger at me
And I was forced to fight a war
More about oil than being free


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