Dear America,
Freedom sucks
Your idea of "Freedom"
Has families out on the streets
Stuck behind the bars of Debt
Your idea of "Freedom"
Has children within the confines
Of a jail cell that you call School
Dear America, 
If you haven't noticed
Racism is still alive and well
Lurking quietly in allyways and School buildings
Crime still exist
People are still Dying
From the bullet wounds in their chest
People lying in the streets
Asking for Change
But not the Change that you would think
Not the Change in your pocket
Or the Change in your mind
But the Change of your ways
Dear America,
I want to see a day
When I don't have to walk to School
With the fear of being Mugged
Or waking up one day
To find my best friend is Gone
Or hold my brother's hand
When we cross the street
I wish to see the day
When America can be called the
"The land of Freedom"
And finally
I can be
Free