[Verse one: Saul Williams]
Martin Luther, King of Kings
Boulevard of freedom rings
Free to rob, free to kill
As much liquor as you will
While wasting dreams of freedom

[Verse two: Saul Williams]
I bought my rims down on Martin Luther King Boulevard
Fresh Vans and Tims on Martin Luther King Boulevard
White people scared on Martin Luther King Boulevard
Hard looks and stares down on Martin Luther King Boulevard
Watcha doin' here? Down on Martin Luther King Boulevard
I got dreams of freedom, watcha need?
White caps? Yellow caps? Balls and pills?
A tranquility that truth can not escape
Come on down to Doctor King Boulevard
See firsthand how the second-hand lives
Check the check cashing spot, count the addicts
Count the cop cars, count the little girls named Katrina
Follow them to their schools
Count their missing textbooks
Ask yourself: Isn't this America?!
Church of God and groceries
The angel at the pearly gates sits behind bulletproof glass
God don't trust us
Maybe he shouldn't
Some of us are willing to betray our own kind
Our own history for little dreams of freedom
I can tell you firsthand what happens to a dream deferred
It covers itself with diamonds and blings its way into the White House
Children of the after-future, body quake like a tambourine
Gold teeth on an offering plate, white tee on a stretcher

How quickly we willing to become
Our own history