Washed my hands, but they're still greasy
I didn’t expect life would be so easy
Climates change, strange these times be
Mice and men both sin to be free
The rich and powerful sharing both unlikely
Men, women, and children die in these streets nightly
From addiction, disease, neglect, and envy
Most assailants tend to be familiar, family or friendly
Drawing lines in the sand so rightly 
Part of the problem, I just might be...