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?