Hard to imagine the blood [bad word] #39; through my veins
nothin' but trouble, inside of me liberty in chains.
Born to a Nation, the children and their innocence
an idiot wind blows through this land
Dear Lord give me strength.

Breakin' out of the skin
need some rhythm and blues. [bad word] deep from within
it's those rhythm and blues.

Down in the ghetto, marking time with self-belief
babylon voices, square-eyed dreams of dignity.
Feeling the pressure, searching for another place
lift up our voices, use our minds
we will be released.

Breakin' out of the skin
need some rhythm and blues. [bad word] deep from within
it's those rhythm and blues.

The sun shine in our eyes
my skin in a different disguise.