Sweetwater

Dreams come true become reality
Torn apart by lies lack of morality
Fields of grass that once were green
Pavement and asphalt so sad to see
Valleys and ridges enjoyed as a child
Freeways and bridges obstruct for miles

Yeah, for at least 6 miles
No longer a place to smile
Broken hopes and broken dreams
And such a young child

Highway 125... The title city council has chosen
Imply it helps all Spring Valley monoxide explosion
Sweetwater and Jamacha I once called home
Replaced by constructions zones
Yeah, hard hat construction zones
No longer a place to walk and roam

Broken hopes and broken dreams
Nowhere to call home
Squirrels and bees could always be seen
Concrete bridges, sweetwater no longer

Flowers and birds surrounded this city
Now pollution and trash, what a fuckin' pity
No smiles on faces, no sun to be shined
Shadows are caste, smog is on the rise

Yeah, lung cancer on the rise
No longer a place to live, run, and hide
Broken hopes and broken dreams
How do I survive?

What happen to my dreams,
All my aspirations
Give me back my town
Give me back my street
Give me back my memories
Give me back my dreams

Can someone....
Please show me..
Some fuckin...
Inspiration