It starts with you and me (whoa, whoa, hey) We gotta be bold We gotta be brave We gotta be free We gotta get loud Making that change You gotta believe (whoa) We'll look deep inside And we'll rise up and shine

And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts I'm just lucky to have the work But I thank God for the work When I get home from work Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church I'll call up all my friends And we'll go bust up something beautiful

There's a scarecrow in the garden That looks like Lucifer And I've been reading Revelations With my bare feet in the river Well, he came from Northern Ireland Searching for the free man's ground And he came to bet his fortune On a West Virginia plow He

Oh baby doll! When bells ring out the summer free Oh baby doll We'll sing our old Alma Mater And think of things that used to be Will it end for you and me? I remember it so well Back when the weather was cool We used to have so much fun

It's your past I'm erasing And your heart can't be tested When it ain't well-rested It's your tail that you're chasing Well, this moment is heavy For me, I'm not ready Like a caged bird barely set free Forgive me, I'm finding my wings While my body is

Tenth Avenue freeze-out I'm talking 'bout a Tenth Tear drops on the city, Bad Scooter searching for his groove Seem like the whole world walking pretty and you can't find the room to move Well, everybody better move over, that's all 'Cause I'm running on

On day we’ll be free at last But one day we’ll be free at last Spread your wings and fly away Freedom come my way (Yeah) Long rifle and hand grenade The system make people ‘fraid Sufferation from Africa to India

Oh, deep in my heart, We shall overcome, We shall overcome, some day. I do believe We'll walk hand in hand, We shall live in peace, We shall all be free, We are not afraid, WE SHALL OVERCOME Words and Music by Zilphia Hart., Frank Hamilton, Guy Carawan

We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' Well, far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashin' As majestic bells of boats struck shadows in the sun Sayin', it may be the chimes of freedom

(Freedom, la la la la) Don't be a casualty, cut the cord So cultivate and plant the seed I'm gonna make it rain, so ring the bell I know it all too well Switchblade on the edge of your wrist 'Cause agony brings no reward For one more hit and one last