They’d see us all killed
Murdered in the streets
For to them,
We’re not worth the paper to print our obituaries

They never bother to see beyond the surface
They’ll never truly understand
To be kicked in the face by the world
And ignored, treated like the scum they call us

They’d rather not see us,
Not think of us as a part of “their” city
Sure they’ll condemn our murder
In public

But would they still condemn it if no one was watching?
For to them
We’re nothing more than human trash
Something that should be disposed of

No matter the cost
In human lives
We’re the expendable
And yet we’ll stay here

Until you’re convinced
Until you can see
Until you really understand
What you’ve done to us