Takin’ a march on steep hills
Walkin’ on splintered feet
Losin’ pace in the plantation
Leavin’ blood on the leaves

The Freedom Riders were ambitious
Ready to face humanity but at its most vicious
Started questionin’ their sanity

Third world continent, black pride is onto them
Power to the people crushin’ evil, better honor them
The dark skin collective always follow the directive
A single race at risk, taken apart like the defective

The password is unity, remember the code
Our resolution won’t hold, it’s time to question our immunity
A candlelight vigil for the loss in a community
The black power struggle and the cause ain’t very new to me

United we stand, divided we fall
Changes in seasons, not in reason – we should answer the call
A higher callin’ is upon us, no time to be stallin’
We create change through action, ain’t no time to be talkin’