On every corner, on every block
a black child beams,
somewhat slipping but gripping ,
onto a black dream.
You appear on television quite fancy,
rocking Gucci shirts, pants and boots,
a little Prada, a little Versace,
and let’s not forget those Armani suits.
But what are you doing for those black dreams?
Are you holding them or letting them go?
You should be moving fast, so the dreams don’t pass,
but instead you’re moving slow.
Excuse me Mr. Michael Jordan,
I just wanna look nice,
A young black boy goes to purchase Jordan’s,
but gets discouraged by the price.
Oh and excuse me Mr. P.Diddy,
I wanna be just like you,
but saw “you” on “Making the Band”
and you were mean and cocky too.
And what about you Mr. Government?
Whose dreams are you rooting for?
Only thing I see you wanna do,
is bring the black dreams to war.
In every city, in every state,
there is a black dream looking to flow,
one black child is holding on,
while many are letting go.
And on every corner, every block,
a little faith begins to beam,
there is a black child slipping but gripping
onto a black dream…