I was born, raised on a slave plantation In the United States, of the red, white and blue Never knew that I was different, till Dr. King was on a...
I was born, raised on a slave plantation In the United States, of the red, white and blue Never knew that I was different, till Dr. King was on a balcony Lyin' in a bloody pool I expected so much more from a loving A loving, loving society A truthful explanation, you know what I got another, another conspiracy If it was just a dream, listen, call me, call me a dreamer too With more rewards and accolades, then anyone before or after 21st century, oh what a shame, what a shame Race, race still matters A race to what, and where we going We in the same boat, but I'm the only one rowing Last time I checked, you were sleeping, but you can call me a dreamer too (What's up with this) Peanut butter logic, served on a bed of lies Don't go down too easy, when you've seen your father cry Have you ever clutched the steering wheel in your car too tight Praying that police sirens just pass you by that night While the helicopter circles us, this theory's getting deep Think they're spraying chemicals over the city While we sleep Come on, I'm staying awake you can call me a dreamer too (I got one eye open for these devils) (Wake up, wake up) (I pledge allegiance, to)
writers: TROY TAYLOR, BRYAN NELSON, JUDITH HILL
copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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