Hit the Moon

They promised us life liberty and property
But I don't even have a life
They made a statue 'cause it died
And I live outside

And I don't even own a car
And my feet don't get me real far
And money's tight but that's ok because I don't live in L.A
My stomach hurts and it's a pain
Sometimes I feel that I'm insane
And my good shirt just got a stain so I don't think you can complain

United states, land of opportunity
But if you miss it then you're fucked
The USA ain't that great but compared to Mexico
I'd hop that border a long time ago

I work two jobs at minimum wage
But I still find the time to play
Because I make more center stage
I count the money in my case
I still cherish every breath I take
Every step I make
I still accept all my mistakes
Every time I wake, I shine my socks
Step out of my box
Here's my resume, there's not much on it
I'm just running out of unemployment because I can't get a job

Aim for the stars
Aim for the stars
Aim for the stars
Aim for the stars, and you'll hit the moon