Sonya Kitchell Follow

He fight and he pray, he love and he bleed
To no satisfaction, was not his need.
And when he walks, stands tall as he can
For he's a man, yeah, he's a man.

And when he crumbles, resolve to the ground
Like burnt bits of paper, life flutters 'round.
All eyes turn away, no one wants to see
A man who has lost, in the fight to be free.

For we've been out runnin' for all of our lives
No chance in stopping, we'd surely lose sight.

In the back of his mind is a smiling face,
The one who said, "You know, it's no race"
The one who said, "You got time to breathe,
'cause child you're born, we're all born free."

In the back of his mind, is the back of a room
so dusty and shrouded, that no dust broom
stands a chance to clear the cobwebs away
so there in the back, in the dark it'll stay.

And we've been out runnin' for all of our lives
No chance in stopping, we'd surely lose sight.

Tell me son, what are you livin' for?
Tell me boy, what are you livin' for?
Tell me son, what are you livin' for?
Tell me, tell me, what are you livin' for?