Through my degregations
And my tribulations
My lynchings and my weariness
Let my soul be free
Lead me toward the norther light
Protect me from Mastas spite
Create in me a temple of glee
I shall be set free
Towards the light beaten and torn
I will still crawl
For this is no free for all
Dear Lord let my soul be free
With freedom I shall be a better man
Will you grab this outreached hand
So I can protect my fellow woman
And raise my offspring free
No mo disrespect
No mo lynchings
No mo hard work and muscle flinches
I breath just to be free
Pass me a sign
Nothing of complicated design
I will do all it takes for me and my people to be
free.
