do they see me Mama
i wonder why
you birthed me into this life
destined to live with litany of strife
it makes me want to cry
bawl out my eyes
I'm sorry
but i must sever country
southern complacent ties
i would rather fight and die
than rot from the inside
can you believe this Obama
do we share the way it feels
to have no time to heal
guns against Us constantly wield
an american sex appeal
hoods off
recycling the wheel
i wish to know nothing of
working a field
what about me goes unseen
could it be my bare humanity
destined dead
bound deceased
I WANT TO BE FREE
i am real
i am real
i am real
what about that don't they feel
made of illusion and magic
but i am real
i am real
i am real.