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 watches 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 I still believe in that dream
As the people riot
They try to keep quiet
The screams spilling onto the street
But the cry for justice
Is louder than all of us
And we'll fight as long as we need
In the land of sugar
A person's murder
Is called "brutality"
And George's brother
Cries out with his mother
As bodies pour over the scene
The flames grew higher
As shops caught fire
And troops gripped their death machines
But you can't stop us
'Til every one of us
Can live in true equality