People come to America in search of opportunity
Wouldn't it be tragic if that wasn't true for everybody?
Are there boundless opportunities for the young African American boy living in the slums
For a better life?
The injustice of it all makes my blood boil
Oh but trust me,
In a flawless apartment in Manhattan there is an ivory skinned boy
He has the the world handed to him on a silver platter
What ever happened to the promise of us all being free and brave?
The American flag represents a land lost
We are being run by the boy in Manhattan who enjoyed Daddy's money
Crawling his way up the political ladder
Stealing our integrity
"Let's build a wall!" he says
Many hard working Americans wring their hands in worry
What have we done?