I've got hope, now where's the change?

When will we grasp a reality,

that isn't made by the T.V.? 
Embrace the dramatic art,
which allows us to find a
part of ourselves vicariously?
Paperboy's selling the "news"
but it's all become fiction.
Not events, just a prediction.

While the markets frozen,
let us bow to the chosen,
The ones that will liberate us,
silence us, save us from ourselves.
Oh, tell me how to think Mr. teacher.
Oh, show me how to live Mr. preacher.

I've got my own dreams,
the youth's got our ideals,
but it's not ruled by the people,
only the "qualified" fields.
Putting tax dollars into crowd control,
more badges for the job increase,
give them all guns to protect the peace.

So draw us a map to progess,
with a promise we won't digress,
while we're taking food from mother,
to print school books for our brother.
Our elders are a knowledge to the past,
But fuck it, degrees are meant to last.
While we're all buying into debt,
i've got the hope, now where's my change?

Yesterday, the nobel peace prize,
for a speech, for a proposal of compromise!
There's something wrong with me, 
I can't believe this will end the cross fire,
pretty words just fail to inspire,
while I look into my best friends eyes,
before he's sent into the desert,
where everybody dies...

I've got my hope, now where's the change?!

Mr_Sin