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 conspiracyIf it was just a dream, listen, call me, call me a dreamer tooWith 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 rowingLast 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 sleepCome 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)
Songwriters
TROY TAYLOR, BRYAN NELSON, JUDITH HILLPublished by
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