We are the Only Friends We Have by Piebald

American Hearts

by Piebald· from We are the Only Friends We Have

Hey, you're part of it. yeah, you're part of it. I walk the streets of a Carolina watching people pushing shopping carts. There's a guy above me and he's washing windows. Making ten bucks a pop. And he says to me... And I say, "Sir, well have you heard that this country is unequal still? History continues itself and I did not create the rules." From all I've heard and all I've seen, this place has broken my American heart.