Walking thru the life in the street
Nothing is much harder than to keep
Your head from bowing low from the strain
Your faith and hope and love from getting stained
Down too far down, running ‘round, not too proud
Lazy feeling eighty, much too hasty and let down
Waiting to see someone make it go
Cutting thru the muck much too slow
Give me another dime says a man
Who says this every morning since I was a lad
Shrouds bring them down, going now I will plow
Many of us angry, we will not stand it, our times now
These are the hands which will carry you to safety
This is the time to make our statement
Our time, our time is now
This is my life this is my day
This is my life out of my way
This is my life, all done my way
This is my love, freedom today
Freedom, freedom today