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There are thing that I have done.
There's a place to which I run.
There's mistakes that I made this day, 
but when I made them, I made them my way. 

When this country was made and built, 
they did it with mortar, bricks and guilt.
Policeman and laws are supposed to be our savior, 
but they can't protect us from our own immoral behavior.

The ones we look up to, who we need to believe.
They are being arrested and prosecuted as thieves.
Once at a job, I worked along side a man called a pastor, 
he complained the donations weren't enough, he needs it faster.

He gave sermons telling his people they were his friends.
He told them to give more, next month he had a $100K Mercedes Benz.  
They asked about the money, he said it went to the church commission.
He was the only member, and he is the one who gives us the fear of attrition. 

Today every politician is as straight as a question mark.
Most cheat us and on their wives after dark.
With every promise and guarantee we hear, 
we know they are blowing smoke up our rear.

I just want to know who to trust, who to look up to.
In this world we are all lost and don't know what to do.
We need to look at ourselves and our situations and start to rearrange.
Because if we keep going in this direction, it will be too late to change.

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