Poor Man Rising

I read the news today, they’re gonna take my only hope away
And I said “Son, fly away, run a thousand miles a day cos my world keeps on turning upside down”

Oh I hear a poor man rising
Homeboy the skin of his teeth re-thinks his own strategy before breaking
I see a dull man shine, throwing the hours away
And holding back all he can say
The poor man is mine

There’s gonna be a revolution, there’s gonna be another fight
We’re gonna fix the constitution and make one that feels right
You’re gonna be the uprising
You’re gonna be the voice of millions
When the masters all asleep in his bed
The poor man is rising