I stand dazed at the history this colony has written.
Forgiven for my sins here.
No one knows my pain here.
No one knows my name here.
Standing on the corner where it all began.
Uncle Sam, you have no idea how powerful we are. We built these streets with our songs. Tagged walls. Signature of a people. Stolen dreams, revealed in a spray can.
Uncle Sam…. Look up, the writing is on the wall.
We stand tall.
We were part of the master plan.
Nights.Beats, rhythms Taino towers.
We. Thousands of souls blended together.
Birds of a feather.
Walk down the block, cross the bridge and it’s another world.
Where you come from is in your eyes.
Uncle Sam. This is my clan.
People from all walks of life.
We were born in different places, we have difference faces, but ended all up in here on this Island of dreams.
Trying, fighting, aspiring, conspiring to make it big.
I can’t do this!
This is some pipe dream.
I can’t even fight clean.
I’m running out of steam.
There is no remedy.
My fantasies colliding with this harsh reality, like I’m a on a beam.
Get up again.