Find a way to make it through

For freedom, most would scream aloud.

But can it truly be claimed?

“Build it up from the ground”

[Rubber] bullets our way they aimed!

No way they’d treat us this way

It’s not what history says?

No matter how much I pray--

Oppression’s slated to stay.

If that’s the case, were lucky

Cause I got for us a plan anew:

To plant the seeds for the kids

Yes, the ones that’ve yet to brew

And make for them a better world,

If that’s even possible.

We gotta get ourselves together

Find a way to make it through.