Built upon bloodshed and mass genocide

maybe the color of my skin did dictate innocent lives

 

We probably did take it all away

The culture, the land, the native beauty

 

Maybe there’s still a little racism  

a little sexism, a little competition

 

But we’ve come a long way

 

We’ve stood tall with the first black president

and our pride is evident

 

We have taken but we’ve also given

 

Deconstruction to reconstruction

 

These hands may have darkness engraved from the fingertips

 

but the power of the people has lead to influential words to escape from these lips

 

But am I just masking the truth?

 

When the curtains are closed and the cameras are off, who is America?

 

Are we a place that tells people everyone is equal yet equality is the last thing that shapes this country?

 

The black kids walk the streets so mean, the cops didn’t understand a thing.

 

Watch the celebrities run the industry, dressed as confidence to conceal the honesty

 

Our image, our songs, our self interest

 

No child left behind they all say, but seems like success comes a little easier to those who can acquire currency the dirty way

 

It seems like we have a foundation of hypocrisy  

 

The past can’t be changed and I  understand but  whatever happened to changing the future… wasn’t that the plan?