Ocean's ink black, sky smoke grey,
there are lines of people
that want to work for just one day.
Won't you tell me do you really feel safe
from my darkened observations?
Why won't you tell me that i'm wrong?
What happened to that color of red?
Now its all blood and no roses.
We've all got the right to speak, this is a democracy,
so why isn't anyone really listening?
Stand outside of 30th. street with a sign that reads
"i'll work to eat" but words fall fast
when no one really cares - do you really care?