Oh mama I'm gonna strike your face
I see you eatin' the bread of shame
I'm goin' down

Little sister you turn me up and down
I got the sun and blood on the ground
I'm goin' down

The oppressors are tryin' to keep me down

Don't you hear the tapes from the sun
Men on the road and babies on the run

So !et's move little mama
'cause pretty soon we're gonna die
So let's fly mama fly
Makin! circles in the sky

The oppressors are tryin' to keep me down