It’s six in the morning and I am a yawning cause I just cannot sleep I’ve been tossin’ and turnin’, my brain has been burning and it’s been like this all week A realization of ill across nations, of problems too common It’s sad but it’s true, there’s so much to do to rectify situations (Oh no) Devastating tornadoes of issues (Oh no) How they rip through all of our lives (Oh no) Positions in power are misused (Oh no) Causing more issues to arise When will this all fall down? Issues, so many, many issues Issues, everybody’s got issues Tell me what in the world has the world come to when a man wonders crowded streets And sooner be judged, rather than greeted, treated like mobile meat Mama birthed us all in a sphere so small but a grain of sand in the sea Then why stand so tall to make others feel small? Can’t we work collectively? (Oh no) It forces number to wonder (Oh no) If future generations are thought of at all (Oh no) All sexes and races ponder (Oh no) When will, when will all this all fall down? Aint it different to notice this place Aint it different to notice it all? When will we learn from the errors of our ways? When will we change? When I was a child I ran around wild with not a care in my mind I lived in the trees amongst the cool breeze that was where I’d spend my time I’d look to the sky and pretend to fly anywhere I’d want to see But to find a destination with a content population today wouldn’t be so easy