Chasin' dreams on the sands of 
imaginations
Plantations erase my  patience
Face us
Look at me

I'm made in America
Not in a factory, but a product of my 
environment

My history is missing
Too many blanks and too many torn pages
What will become of me?
My Fathers were Kings
My Mothers were Queens

Wealth galore: sheep, cattle and land
Now what we got? NOTHING!
So now my mind is bare
Salvation is rare
And no blood to spare

Boxed in like a dog
Force-feed funky-hog
Free my walk
Don't balk
And please no more talk