Free

Standing in the street He reads the anger at your face Torture by the heat with With picture rushing through his veins We talk so severed daze And countless passive ways Must he bend his knees? Or can't he really be free? free? free? The bell rings at the school And saw his children take their place Teach them by the rule That no one hates them honest face Or just outside that room And ask for a ghetto broom And child is born to see That he might never be free, free, free Could he and I make us friends truly? Or is the song that were really just a lie to me? The fact that nothing's being done as a circumstance The time is short and we may never get a chance Uh-huh, a chance, uh-huh Springtime in the air And sparrows teach their young to fly Sitting down despair With tears of anguish in my eyes The word of love is true And it will surely do, if we could only see A man just has to be free, free, free Free, free, free Free, free, free (free! free! free! free!) Free, free, free (free! free! free! free!)