Broken Souls

Chains locked at my feet with the key outta reach My soul lost among many other thoughts Fear in their eyes and their tears on the floor The history of me, felt this way before All they heard were words, all they saw were blurs Their words slurred with their accents heard Stolen from their land and sold away to strangers Children's lives just begin but it's faced with danger Hearts broken as blood is shed. No needle or thread can fix the mess made But left afraid to be approach by a yellow man When they can, they try to run far A bullet meets their head which makes it hard No child left behind, has yet to be defined But hypocrites of America tried that lie What a messed up place to be in No space to stretch their limbs, no place to rest It's really not the best, but they could care less Their sitting in pee and eating scraps They could care less, they weren't in the mess It's sickening to me, how about to you? They couldn't care less cause they weren't in their shoes.