My eyes deceive me with the things that I\'ve seen the dreams that I wanted to live to be his equal to walk among him and his family to have cheeks as rosey as a flower garden and skin as white as snow, hair as bright as the sun in July I always ask why can\'t I drink the water fit for kings why do I constantly have people give me stale looks of hatred oh how I wish to walk among the pale faces as a equal instead my people are as insignificant as a beetle we will survive strive and prosper from here on our dreams can only get bigger one day I\'ll be looked upon as more than just a nigger.