As I walk the streets of Cairo  I empathize as I go  And I feel ashamed  Of the land from where I came    Where we think different people  Are the ones that harbor evil  But you gotta think harder  Cause we're all the same    Stop fearing people  Before you meet them  And don't keep enemies  Until you must defeat them    My country, love it or leave it  That's shit and I don't believe it  A decaying standard  And it's begging for a change    Freedom is relative  I feel relatively free where I live  But down in Cairo  Freedom is not ours to give    With our birds up high and their sons below  You don't know where every bomb will blow  With their sons below and our birds up high  Are you made to be friends in heaven when   You die?