This Land Was Made For You and Me
I am a minority
You watch me cry
all my dreams...they're just a lie
you crush my heart and watch me die
I am a minority
forced to keep my eyes toward the sky
I see potential, I see the prize
you see my skin and all the lies
I will never be great,
I am a dollar short and a day too late
I want to free myself from pain and hate
but you watch me squirm
you watch me break
broken
dead
alone
and hurt, whose to wipe my tears
when my fingers are covered in dirt
my eyes are tired
weeping tears caused by the world
I am a woman now, no longer mommy's little girl
I am alone in the world
my heart...it breaks
I have to struggle to greatness, even if my soul shakes
my peers laugh and watch me cry
wiping drops of blood from beside my eyes
I am loneliness
my love is forgotten
this world consumes me.
from screams, cries, whips and cotton
to oppression, depression, obsession and
persecution...being downtrodden
my people are strong
no longer will we cry
my people are strong
no longer will we die
this is our world too
...no longer will we hide!