American DesireThe other day I was walking, up and down the roadHow I could never know I was on a different rowA different style, a different world, you should really knowthe shade of skin shouldn't really matterand if I make it bleed, will that be a different color?Looking at the fine print, the law will act hostileThey make it rain with fireI am a criminal of hireMy hands are bruised with dirt of liarsEvery shirt I own is filthy with this airEvery mile ran, a thousand moments of despairI will never know the potential of my sons and daughtersI will never know the secrets of my mothers and fathersI will never see the light of my ow