Lyrics

I read the news today, they're gonna take my only hope away And I said "Son, fly away, run a thousand miles a day cos my world keeps on turning upside down" Oh I hear a poor man rising Homeboy the skin of his teeth re-thinks his own strategy before breaking I see a dull man shine, throwing the hours away And holding back all he can say The poor man is mine There's gonna be a revolution, there's gonna be another fight We're gonna fix the constitution and make one that feels right You're gonna be the uprising You're gonna be the voice of millions When the masters all asleep in his bed The poor man is rising