Uncle Sam, Uncle Tom

Uncle Sam, Uncle Tom,
Uncle white, Uncle wrong,
Oh brother, sister, mother, mister, your auntie & cousin wasn't jokin',
When they said that the system was broken!
They must be trippin' or buzzin' off somethin' potent,
Cuz this year's GOP Convention was peppered with a dozen black tokens,
Just how much does a sell-out make?
And how many souls sold and owned will it take?
I know the answer is no, but please give me a break!
I can see the tide turning, "let them eat cake!"
Complain then change everything on a whim, 
Pitting us against them,
There's more of us, plus were rich so we'll win.
Trust, there's no penalty for this type of sin.
White lies, hands tied, welcome to the beginning of the end!