To be honest y’all I was American dreaming.
When I would close my eyes, I liked what I was seeing,
But the issue with that was I couldn’t see me in,
The scene with the white picket fence; I took offense
Because I dreamed of a reality that was never meant for me.
I had to wake up.
Now I am American seeing; I can’t believe it.
My dreaming was just rose colored glasses on my reality
Holding me in a prison mentality
Now I’m restless trying to address this wild injustice
Of being conditioned to expect 40 acres and a mule
When my ancestors ruled nations, I’ve been patient
Now my own dreams are keeping me woke
I can’t sleep on the visions of faces like mine
With a drive to thrive and shine
Breaking out of the shackles and binds
That have held us back for far too long
United we are strong, powerful, and bright
I’ve never known what freedom feels like…
but I can imagine what I feel now, in this moment, is a step closer to it