I was born, raised on the same plantation In the United States of the red, white and blue Never knew that I was different 'Til Dr. King was on a balcony lyin' in a bloody pool
I expected so much more from a loving A loving, lovin' 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
More rewards and accolades than anyone before or after Twenty-first century, oh what a shame what a shame, race, race still matters A race to what? And where we goin'? We in the same boat, but I'm the only one rowin'
Last time I checked, you were sleepin' But you can call me a dreamer too Uh, what's up with this
Yeah Oh Yeah Ow Uh
Peanut butter logic, served on a bread of lies Don't go down too easy when you've seen your father cry Have you ever clutched the steerin' wheel in your car too tight Prayin' that the police sirens just pass you by that night? While the helicopter circles us, theory's gettin' deep Think they're sprayin' chemicals over the city while we sleep
From now on I'm stayin' awake You can call me a dreamer too
Oh, I got one eye open for the devils Oh yeah, oh yeah, no Come on! Come on! Wake up Please wake up So what's it feel like? Do you feel like? You must be dreaming Time to wake up Wake up, wake up I pledge allegiance to
Compositor: Prince Rogers Nelson (PRS)Editores: Controversy Music, N P G PublishingECAD verificado obra #15313568 em 11/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM