Oh Sweet America, by day sets upon me
Where is that sweet dream that people claim it to be?
Where is the freedom that you claim you freed upon we?
Is it in the ground where cotton was picked from thee?

Oh Sweet America, why is there no love for us?
Can you help but notice the pain we see
The hurt we feel and the hate you help fill
Why are we not loved in America, why do you criticize us?

We've been told we were just property
Lives turned into a mockery
But Oh Sweet America, tell me what you see?
Tell me why, our lives ain't up to what your people should be

Tell me why you treat us with inequality
We never hated you for what you made our people be
Sometimes I wonder why God ever created your he or she?
Can I know why people get killed in our streets

Death because of beats, white hoods dressed in white sheets
Harriet set us free, King let us see, Rosa let us be, and you make us bleed
Please forgive me for God I've sinned
Just tell me why you still hate us for our color

- BkP