[Verse one: Saul Williams] Martin Luther, King of Kings Boulevard of freedom rings Free to rob, free to k** 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 gla** 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