We need a dream; to scream when told to be silent
We can no longer bare the hatred and violence

We hate the racism, prejudice, and discrimination
Being mistreated at our local bus stations

We have grown tired of the oppression
The struggle and depression; we have hunger for

A soul to listen to our hostile condition
A simple contradiction to the laws in place

We will not give in to the suffering; the grumbling of stomachs being or treated as convicts

Wake up young ones, Wake up young ones
There is so much to do under the sun

They say we are dumb, they think we are scums
But we sweat bullets and bleed profusely for a moment of freedom

FREEDOM…. SWEET FREEDOM ……..

To be free is when I spread my wings and fly
When I no longer have to sigh or cry tears of injustice

A place I can go far away from here
When my mind is clear and I have nothing to fear

When the sun shines bright, resembling God’s face

When the rain falls and plays a melody and the pain is erased
Where the children can laugh and play

Where the elderly can openly pray and where we wouldn’t be lead astray

Freedom comes with a price, so if we lose our life
Then it is what we must do
Protesting and marching until our feet turn blue