Red, white, blue-the country in which I exist
Never questioned or realizing that something is amiss..
Born to a culture that screams being patriotic since before I was a kid.
The colors I thought meant so much.
But let me tell you something- this country is so outta touch.
We preach about equality and how everyone's the same,
But in those same streets we hear the same old names-
We think we’ve changed, that racism isn’t real
That thought from you I’m gonna steal.
In the system this racism is so ingrained,
As an immigrant's child, I see this country’s great stain.
Unemployment low, college dream vanished,
Race relations diminished- not even 21 and I feel finished.
But where else can I find this-
Well look at a map, it’ll show you what’s true.
We are a country of many with these three colors-
To bad i can’t move there, but I have no money like my fellow brothers