a modern day moses, waking the streets
with shouts of glory, blistered feet
hes met the maker, hes met the reason hes alive
and hes on fire inside
a modern day mother, living in the slums
feeding the hungrey, making sure the race gets run,
always asking if we fought with steady feet
she fights on her knees
let my people go
a modern day martin in a world of civil words exchange
but dreaming bigger, he thinks maybe he could make a change
hes heard the stories, he wants some of his own
and hes not alone.
the time is not the moments here, walk in faith or stand in fear
change the course of history, did you ever think
no one ever though --- who would have believed?
let my people go
a modern day me what have i become, what can i be?
if there is greatness out there to be acieved
i want to be more than someone who just passes through this lige
i want to stand up for what is right