Somebody said, got it in our heads that freedom don't come free but I only pay for freedom 'cause someone charges me And you wanna fly, wanna cry, wanna die, wanna buy a way out of this place but in the land of milk and honey if you ain't got no money you'll be gone without a trace Can't get it by winning fights ain't guaranteed by no bill of rights can't get it on the welfare line can't buy it at the five and dime 'cause freedom ain't nothing but a state of mind you and me could be free as we wanna be you and me could be free as we wanna be you ain't dumb and I ain't glum we know the shape of things some are born in slavery others born as kings And you got a need, gotta feed, gotta plead, got a greed for what they put on your plate and every time you holler they give you one more dollar and you think we're doing great Can't get it by doing drugs can't find it swept under rugs can't pick it up at the lost and found can't buy it by the inch or pound 'cause freedom ain't nothing but the common ground you and me could be free as we wanna be

Making a break with the past (x4) They say the sins of the father are visit upon the son they say that every daughter repeats the mistakes of the mom round and round it goes where it stops nobody knows there's no guarantee we'll ever be free but just take my hand and we'll go (chorus) Making a break with the past (x4) making a clean break making a break with the past making a clean break hoping this time, hoping this time it will last You won't see me out by the flagpole won't catch me at Sunday school and out on the dusty parade ground look for one less marching fool I refuse to be a prisoner of symbols they put in my mind I won't dignify what they signify there's a god of our own we must find (chorus) The stoutest of hearts have faltered at changing the status quo but who are we to judge those who stay when it's time to go now I've joined the revolution I know that my baby has too we're taking a train on to the next plane doing what we got to do (chorus)

It was real time in multiple layers soothsayers, dragon slayers working in teams to rip your dreams at the seams but it seems you done come out clean into the world that you had been declining now you’re shining as you’re re-defining your place in the midst of the mayhem you don't believe in games, you just play 'em It was half time, between the right and the righteous you know the mighteous, the out-of-sighteous working your way through the chinks in the armor of the farmer, you're a real snake charmer ‘cause your words, they float like birds not like turds over herds of the sheep still asleep standing deep in the midst of the mayhem you don't believe in words, you just say 'em Where? In the midst of the mayhem Double time in a triple situation frustration, no communication between the parties doing battle you know their prattle could be heard up in Seattle ‘cause they're loud and proud to draw a crowd it's unreal but that's the way they feel as they kneel in the midst of the mayhem they don't believe in prayers, they just pray 'em Where? In the midst of the mayhem

Round one, you come out swinging all young, happy and singing ain't yet aware of how they might do ya watch out, boy, they're gonna screw ya treat you real nice, take you out to lunch get yourself ready for the sucker punch they put you to sleep and get you to dreaming wake up, it's a nightmare, you're screaming. Round two, you started sweating who knows the kind of odds that they're betting you're taking some punches and bouncing right back on the defensive but yet to attack 'cause you got the power and you don't even know it comes a time you're going to show it 'cause it ain't the reach and it ain't the girth it's only that the meek shall inherit the earth. We got love, we're going to rise above in this corner, we got love We got love, we're going to rise above in this corner, we got love Round three, you started bleeding and it's a frenzy, sharks get to feeding weak in the knees, your whole world is spinning you no longer care about losing or winning 'cause life as a punching bag gets demanding but you're standing, still commanding a force that's inside of you like a horse, you gotta ride it through. Round four, you hit the mat you go splat like a baseball bat pick yourself up, hanging on the ropes losing your hopes like those other dopes ain't quite sure if you're still a contender or just a pretender that wants to surrender looking into the mouth of hell when all of a sudden, saved by the bell. We got love, we're going to rise above in this corner, we got love We got love, we're going to rise above in this corner, we got love Round five, you're still alive 'cause you got a very strong will to survive that's right, it's about survival with soul in revival you got no rival no more bending, begging or pleading truth is the only thing that we're needing I swear by the blood of a mother's sons one grain of truth beats a thousand guns. Round six, let's call the fight do it again on some other night split decision, no winners no saints, no sinners 'cause life is a never ending struggle good and evil are things that you juggle I know the hawk will fall to the dove 'cause in this corner we got love. We got love, we're going to rise above in this corner, we got love We got love, we're going to rise above in this corner, we got love

I remember when we kept on truckin' back in the days of sixty somethin' it was the Summer of Love we were takin' our shot at the moon above Soul Power was our song there was a dove flyin' over the strong pluggin the guns of a vast machine with the flowers of our hopes and dreams Now it feels like that mojo has gone away some hippie dude sellin' me a 401K glossing it over like some lame joke a stoned out vibe beneath a veil of smoke not something beautiful and free but an ad campaign attached to a fee conscripted to consumer- land a politician's all-star band Was it all that jive? Far out and phony, naive and contrived? Was it just a game? Same old folly with a different name? Was it really that trite? Faded and far out of sight? Have a feeling that it can't be true selling out, but then again to who? the echoes ring in the children's ears the music of aquarian spheres an amnesty from global fears a covenant of joyous tears the memory lasts, the epiphany nears for sixty somethin' thousand years