Let America be America again Let it be the dream it used to be Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free What does money have to do with it Im trapped inside the ghetto and I aint proud to admit it Institutionalized, I keep running back for a visit America was never America to me Theres never been equality for me Nor freedom in this homeland of the free I said Im trapped inside the ghetto and I aint proud to admit it Institutionalized Life is like a box of chocolates Tangled in the endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land Be all you can be, true, but the problem is A dream only a dream if work dont follow it Shit dont change until you get up and wipe yo ass, boy I am the Negro, servant to you all I am the people, humble, hungry, mean-And torn from Black Africas strand I came To build a homeland of the free The free? O yes, I say it plain America was never America to me