Masked Face

I can’t fix

Everything that is wrong

But I could say to the judge

That any guilty of this

Is someone I know

So let those bad abets

Inside of one box

Anyone can break

Those loving dreams you kept

Too much people

Too many streets

Too much people

Too many homes

The big apple has poison inside

Found me in other promised land

Another lightning day

But not up in the sky

Gave me a good sound to surf

And I will turn off all your lights

Hoping to see people

Knowing where they are

Walking the “money road”

Wasting food that others deserves to eat

Too much people

Too many streets

Too much people

Too many homes

The big apple has poison inside

Found me in other promised land