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Uncle Sam's View On Us


They say this is the home of the brave and land of the free But it shouldn't take them 8 years just to hear our dream. There was never a throne, but there was a King. Proving Uncle Sam isn't as fair as he seems. We are each other's brothers and sisters Yet, we comfort each other with the word "nigga" We, as a people, are the ones stereotyping Uncle Sam is just recognizing. We are the same race, yet amused by complexions. I see the judgement, but where's the affection? Instead of disbelievers and freethinkers, Be inquisitive and dreamers. I will do like those before me, and lead by example Even if the burden is more than I can handle.
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