Lyrics

Poverty stricken, sad life of crime
It's time to change for a changing time
My brother Johnny left for school one day
he walked down the street and got blown away

I've got these ideas runnin' round my head
somewhere the futrue is bright ahead
I've been staring into the sights of the sun
High rent, hell bent and nowhere to run

travelin' on down the highway in flight
I hear the wind how I make peace with the night

this is not independence, it's judgment day
when all outstanding dues are paid
in the night sky a young hawk flies
on the street our people die