Refuse to go with no fight
Protest rebel lion jungle unite
My sign my picket my stance my sight
Stop a tank in its tracks with my feet my right

We lose if don’t prove strong
March with the people as a whole move on
My voice my word my verse my song
I Strike till the day that I’m gone Armstrong

And my word reverberates earth
Heard through the mighty audibles of all worth
This shine this time is mine this mind
Fall in line and fossil the dirt and reverse

By all means all spirits reflect
All peaceful poverty and wealthy connect
One life one live one body we step
One love under God - one - respect

(Hook)

I telescope the present from a future state of thought
Illustrated with a frustrated underrated verse
I satellite points in the character of Braille
But they fail to see the way they can touch this earth

They’ve chain linked society so none can get in
Stained glass made of plastic elastic church
Synthetic social classes where none can get out
Suddenly I see the masses amass this burst

There’s not much to say that isn’t already seen
I preach to the choir as I inhale rage
When the reservoir is dry and the levee holds nothin
It’ll crumble from monotony decipher the page

In the method of a stage I speak to be heard
Teach to each beach and reach beyond word
I may preach to the choir but they sing the same tune
It’s the same old song stay tuned its high noon

(HOOK)

I crash with the current currently I meet the shore
Drawn back from reality I have realized my worth
I look into the vastness crash this current
Currently I will get past this and last this earth

I sit in front of sunset in the AM on the west bank
> With twelve hours to kill I feel the strain
> My chest tank empty depressed blank
My beat rhythm less faulted by pain

Drained, exhausted bound to the wedge
Revolution one unhurriedly it spreads
I now have reached my purpose As I dangle from unstable edge
The able ledge unable to label my dreads

More able though to crack beneath my feet
And send me tumble rumbling and crumbled in defeat
More or less I feel the humbling I now realize my worth
A grain of sand encompassed in the panic of this - earth