My movement being the defense
It was years of suppression that was past tense
My voice needed to ring out like the timing of the clock
Through it all, given names as a mock
I shouted loud and my voice became more of a woodmen’s ax
My thoughts might have seemed perplexed
I wanted to make sure there was no neglect
I stand for what I feel
Civil Rights is definitely for real
My voice speaks when it is my signal to begin
My direct approach until the very end
My hands raised up being the powers in uniting the world
The plan is too bring all races together as a total swirl
Bring spirits of inspiration
Desires but exempting temptations
Turning words into more than just parables
Seeing what society has done wrong
This is something that had lasted for so long
However through it all, I taught myself too be strong
But the agenda is for all of us too get along
Yet with God’s help, a chapter that will fit the pages of life where everything belongs.