Sing It
Day to days, ways and ways
Everyday the sun’s announcing this hustle
The carrying of war in our words
The hauling weapons in our minds
Our smiles twisting hunger into a heavenly delicacy
CHORUS:
Sing it
Sing it
Sing out, your fear
Shout out
Shout loud
We ready to lift up the voice of love
Shut to a consequence of naught
To hustle we were taught
We tread upon 21st century slavery
Bowing to corporate instruction
Handcuffed by “pay us pea-cents’” labouring
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
Bleeding hands and shattered dreams
We not stopping, not stopping
We wanna believe, we wanna live again
Hold my hand, I need your grip
Let's hold on tight and ... (into CHORUS)
