It is a terrible thing, for an entire people,
to vanish the notion,that 1/9th of his population is beneath him,
and until that moment,we the American people are able to accept the facts
that on that continent we are trying to forge a new identity we we need each other,
there's a scarcely hope for the American dream
Born into this world my son was given my face and
Tell him never be content, still or slightly complacent
As you grow into a man I hope you see implications
In a world where you live but don't belong in a nation
Where you only justified if you are light or Caucasian
And your mama lost it with your daddy black and he beigean
Only way to see your freedom is through mental evasion
Your entire life is work so keep the peace and liaison
And never be misled cause you oppressed and you suffer
So playing Candy Land but show you never will suffer
You an eagle in the sky you watching over the buzzards
And I know you've never spoken but you see it and you learn it
And I know you watch the truth and you see it in this suburban
The people walk in masks but moving in silence the evil lurk
Politicians sick and they lying I know they need the perks
Honest living killers we dying and we ain't seen the worst
To my sons, my brothers it's all the same (it's all the same)
You both look like your uncles and hold my name (hold my name)
I'm going hard for your future playing this game (playing this game)
I'm out the mystic cause life comes from the rain (comes from the rain)
Nothing can stop your shine long as I'm here (nah)
And when I'm gone put on my records I'll appear
Me and your momma drop jewels never a tear (never a tear)
Even in silence we know your vision is clear (vision is clear)
This world is going through a whole lot of strain (lot of strain)
The politics of today inflicting pain (inflicting pain)
Determine I remain that it will all change
Cause the population is waking up from the flames
Of racism and bigotry, lies are the enemy (uh huh, yeah)
Your grandfather is an immigrant I hope you feelin me (feelin me)
When I was born they called my neighborhood a shithole (shithole)
We still divided by melanin in the zip code (zip code)
But our family is blended accept and all
Strength comes in numbers, separate you fall (that's the truth)
It's ironic the idea of a wall
Because I saw the one in Berlin fall (yes ya'll)