white people are so scared of black people. they bulldoze out to the
  country, and put up houses on little loop-d-loop streets. and while america
  gets its heart cut right out of its chest, the berlin wall still runs down
  main street separating east side from west. and nothing is stirring, not even
  a mouse, in the boarded up stores and the broken down houses, so they hang
  colorful banners off all the street lamps just to prove they got no manners,
  no mercy, and no sense. and i wonder then what it will take for my city to
  rise. first we admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes. the ghost of old
  buildings are haunting parking lots in the city of good neighbors that history
  forgot. i remember the first time i saw someone lying on the cold street, i
  thought, "i can't just walk past you, this can't just be true." but
  i learned by example to just keep moving my feet. it's amazing the things that
  we all learn to do. so we're led by denial like lambs to the slaughter,
  serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water and the old farmroad's a
  four-lane that leads to the mall and my dreams are all guillotines waiting to
  fall, and i wonder then what it will take for my country to rise. first we
  admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes. 'til nation's last taker
  succumbs to one last dumb decision and america the beautiful is just one big
  subdivision.