Alba s touto skladbou:
The Language Of My World,
Now every day that I walk out of my building
I see homeless people sleeping and chillin on the steps
To the apartment that I live in
I'm not saying everyones a victim
But the people that I live with
Are treated more like villians than actual citizens
I walk past a man laying in his own vomit
He gets his food and his garments
By digging in the garbage
I beg your pardon Mr. president
But I'm a resident
And since you've been in office
I haven't seen any evidence of things changing
We go into Iraq and attack
But we got people on the streets
Without a roof over their back
We've gotta accept the homeless
As part of our landscape
The money the government wastes
Could provide them with the same place
To eat and sleep
But we cease to see
That our home country is based around
War power and greed
We got families on the street
With nowhere to go
And the concretes' the only place they have to call home
Nowhere to call your own
Out here in the cold
Wishing you had a home
Feeling you're all alone
Nowhere to call your own
Out here in the cold
Wishing you had a home
Feeling all alone
Now every face tells a different story
A different message
Now how can we judge the book
When we don't know the beginning
We don't know what turned em to the bottle
Or started injecting
Just see dirty clothes and another bum begging
We don't see the kid who was an addict
The second his mom was pregnant
Or the young girl who was raped
And stripped of everything sacred
Who now stands down town walking on the block, pacing
'Cause the only way she knows how to make it
Is gettin naked
We don't want to face it
And "it" being the fact
That the government created the ghetto and gave it crack
To opress immigrants and blacks
And give 'em more of a setback
Like the last 500 years wasn't enough to accomplish that
And look at the homeless rate
And tell me to my face there race
Does it play an inrticate part in your fate in the United States
And think about your home
And the place that you sleep
And the homeless
Who only have the concrete
Nowhere to call your own
Out here in the cold
Wishing you had a home
Feeling you're all alone
Nowhere to call your own
Out here in the cold
Wishing you had a home
Feeling all alone
Now if you wanna see change
Then throw your ones in the air
If you think the system that we're living in is not fair
If you wanna see change
Then put your ones in the air
Now point it to the ground cause change starts right there
If you wanna see change
Then put your ones in the air
If you think the system that we're living in is not fair
If you wanna see change
Then put your ones in the air
Then point to yourself cause change starts right there
Cause change starts right there
The streets are cold all alone in the city
Where you lay you're head is your home
What a pity
People pass you by with a glance
Say "you're filthy"
But they don't know the pain
You've been through
No not really
