Way out in the suburbs the fruit is rotting on the trees

While the Amazon boxes show up in twos and threes

Do you ever stop and think how disconnected we've become?

From the forests and the rivers and just lying in the sun.

The houses get bigger and the pantries stay full

While people living on the streets OD on fentanyl

The 1% looks down upon us from their boardrooms and their jets

Praying that the masses continue to forget

Forget we have the power,

that we belong to the trees

Forget we can't eat money and the best things in life are free