It is a terrible thing, for an entire people,
To surrender to the notion,
And until that moment,
We the American people are able to accept the facts,
That on that continent we are trying to form a new identity,
Which we need each other,
There is scarcely any hope for the American dream.
1st verse:
Born into this world, my son was given my face and,
Tell him never be content to feel slightly complacent,
As you grow into a man I hope you see implications,
In a world where you live but don't belong in a nation,
Where you only justified if you are light or caucasian,
And your momma lost it but your daddy black and he beige,
Only way you see your freedom is through mental evasion,
Your entire life is work so keep the peace and liaison,
And never be mislayed because you oppressed and you suffered,
So playing candy land but show you never a sucker,
You an eagle in the sky you watching over the buzzards,
And I know you've never spoken but you see it and you learn it,
And I know you watched the truth and you see it in this suburban,
And people walking masses while moving silence the evil lurk,
Politicians sick and they lying I know they need the perks,
Honest living killers we dying and we ain't seen the worst.
2nd verse:
To my sons my brothers its all the same,
You both look like your uncles that hold my name,
Im going hard for your future playing this game,
I'm optimistic cause life comes from the rain,
Nothing can stop your shine long as I'm here,
And when i'm poor on all my records I appear,
Me and your momma drop jewels never a tear,
Even in silence we know your vision is clear,
this world is going through a whole lot of strain,
The politics of today inflict the pain,
Determined I remain that it will all change,
Because the population is waking up from the flames,
Of racism and bigotry, lies are the enemy,
Your grandfather is an immigrant I hope you're feeling me,
When I was born they called my neighbourhood a shit hole,
We still divided by menlanin and the zipcode,
But our family is blended accepting all,
Strength comes in numbers, separate you fall,
Its ironic the idea of a wall,
Because I saw the one in Berlin fall.
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