In 2012, this is our time
my president has the same skin as mine
people still talk down
but we still grow stronger
we cry change forming with our mouths Barack Obama
Those that had us figured out are beginning to wonder
no longer will I be a slave to my thoughts
I rather have a glass of optimism with self-worth on the rocks
my gray perspective has a rainbow view
their gray perspective wants us down and bruised
I say rise up let their hate become our muse
they've had their chance to abuse us
now watch us grow
see us fight back at the polls