I hear America rapping, the varied verses I hear,

Those of the mechanics, fixing my car
So I can go far.

The teacher rapping and rhyming the
Old tune of the ABC’s

The grape-pickers rapping, while they
Oh so diligently work for little
To no money.

The students rapping their reading, writing,
And arithmetic, with known yet soft
Groans.

The mothers rapping their unconditional
Love to their children.

The fathers rapping the basics to
Their little boys of America’s
Old ball game.

The churches rapping their praises to
Their God and making it known
That they believe.

The President rapping, bringing America
Together assuring people they don’t
Have to be living lies.

Each rapping and constructing
America to become their own Utopia.

Rapping with a voice of American
Pride so that they can experience
Their own lives.