Jose can't you see?

That there's no equity

That the house of the weary 

Is no longer free

I once had a dream

That we could all be a team

In a colorful land

Home to every brand.

But I'm awoken to screams,

Angry heaves,

Bloody streams,

Fiery steams,

This is a living hell,

So where's the liberty bell?

We should be brothers in arms,

Not brothers with arms.

The Red, White, and Blue

Does belong to you. 

Red isn't the color of blood,

But the color of hard work,

of our hands, covered in mud.

White isn't the color of racism,

of supremacy, of hate,

But the color of heaven

and its open gate.

Blue isn't the color of the ocean,

Between other worlds,

a moat for division and exclusion,

But the color of the sky,

Setting dreams into motion.

So let us dream high!

Let us not be black,

or yellow,

or brown.

Let us be Red,

White,

and Blue

Let us get out of Bed,

Let us be Bright,

Let us be New.

This might sound strange,

But let us unite and make a change.