Which Way To Go

Look at the Street Light and it's Red I can't stop I feel my heart beat instead The path to take my Father guides and Give Thanks cause the word DEAD Doesn't Exist in the Mist of Smoke How do I fight with a Fist of Hope The Pens Stuck A stem cuts the Concrete there goes a tree were no money grows but eyes of pain Ready to reign in a World of Shame Who do I blaim but myself in a hypocritical system with acid rain