verse 1
black, gifted, young; scratching for crumbs
can't get a hand, ain't asking for one
strap kicks and run, tracking the blood
shed upon the path by the dragged, whipped and hung
prize eyeing with that north star guidance
defiantly decided get free or die trying
started to feeling sight decay from living life this way
so on a trek forty nights and days
spear in my right fist, shield in the left
won’t kneel or subject, all real to the death
getting the devil’s hard heel off the neck
snatched wool from the eyes might’ve peeled off the flesh
now ain’t a high enough hurdle I won’t dare
vertical of Pegasus galloping on air
and goal is the podium, goal medal draped in
tall flame blazing, arm raised, brazen
chorus
it's freedom time for me and mine
never more bowing to the bull we deified
carving our piece of pie and peace of mind
starving the beasts inside that need to die
it's freedom time for me and mine
never more bowing to the bull we deified
exodus from the ties that cleave and bind
what's old we let it go and leave behind (march)
verse 2
freedom the aim, peace the aspiration
seeking to reclaim what Eve’s infatuation
and Adam’s lack of resolve cost us,
ground tree of good and evil knowledge to sawdust
‘cause man's thought process is this more less
more fame, more sex, rope chains, corvettes
more smoke, more drink, new rings
every dude wanna rule, one throne few kings
and these sisters hail Mary like the Flutie throw
love is all they need praying their coochies don’t
fail them, nevermind dude and the hope he sold
plus his dookie rope both faux goofy gold
blind dive through burning hoops, wont turn it loose
offered a path but lack certitude
so too terrified to try, petrified to fail
resigned to confinement and dying in jail, but c'mon
chorus
verse 3
marching in a cadence that matches the
pattern of the drum we become one in unison
hell we escape from with no reservations
trekking for the next generation, 'cause
we can make it better, the seeds of Medgar Evers
the key is follow letters and speeches with endeavors
gotta see it through, meaning we need to move
'can't reach for the jewel sound asleep in our drool
i'm undeterred no deferring the dream,
enduring with ease, a calm that certainty breeds
know what we're s'posed to have and there's no going back
so we go upon the path, nearly close enough to catch a
subtle glimpse, held hope through all the suffering
rolled with the pummeling, rose from the stumbling
doubt, fear flung to the wind, we’re gonna win
we’re gonna win, we’re gonna win
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