Modern Democracy
Biohazard
Mata Leao (1996)

As I look up in the sky
I wonder why
My momma always cried
Was it for how fast we lived and died?
Or because we never got out piece of the pie?
Busting at the seams, the American dream,
Like meth said cream
Boulevard of broken dreams
Parents with good intentions
Never mention
The Brooklyn house of detention
Free to fly and free to try
To get our peace before we die
Free to fly and free to try
To get our piece of the pie and die

Locking us down
We got cops all around
The sound of sirens
Drown your own heart's pound
But you only wanted a piece of the pie
And in your mind's eye momma's still gonna cry
No matter how hard you tried whether it's truth or lies
On the day that you die
But we're free to fly and free to try
To get our piece of the pie and die

Freedom, liberty, the KKK
Modern democracy
We have no say
American dream
The American way
Land of the free
Home of the slave