Fell down from the clouds like raindrops we were sent here
Came up from the ground, the abyss, now we're still here
I am the philosophy that filled Woody Guthrie when he said: This land is ours, 'cause it must be
The spirit that enveloped John Lennon's heart when he asked why we can't just give peace a chance
When Phil Ochs declared that the war is over, I was the spark that filled the composer
I am the quiver in the voice of Martin Luther when he spoke about his dreams of the future
That's me, the venom in Johnny Rotten's spit, why rappers still use that word they haven't gotten shit
When Hendrix was all along the watchtower
Joe Strummer said: Fire, Chuck D fight the power
The whooping siren of KRS-One the smoke on Bob Marley's tongue when he sung
Love is one, control and I shift, now I inhabit the form of the man known as Itch
We are the children of the revolution
(Fell down from the house like raindrops we were sent here)
We are the children of the revolution
(Came up from the ground, the abyss, now we're still here)
I am the picket lines and the picket signs, I am the youthful fight of hopeful times
Abbie Hoffman's anger, Jerry Garcia's dealer, Mick Jagger's lips, Body Count's Cop Killer
When Miles entered in the back then rocked the stage, I was the fire in Max Roach that gave jazz rage
I'm Elvis's pelvis, the star in the frenzy, I'm the fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
I am the conscience, I'm how Billy Bragg gets everywhere at once right at once
I'm the nights of love, the days of rage, I'm the love in the air at a warehouse rave
I'm the hope in the ghost town, the dope in the Motown, the all-night fucking in the streets of the hometown
Control and I shift, inhabit the form of the man known as Itch
We are the children of the revolution
(Fell down from the house like raindrops we were sent here)
We are the children of the revolution
(Came up from the ground, the abyss, now we're still here)
I let the spirit flow through me, shift to form all me
From heart to fingertips, toes claim ownership equipped
Tune in, let rip, lose grip of reality, please don't banish me
To the hell that is sanity
I'd rather punch my own eyes screaming profanity
What about the humanity?
What about all the casualties?
What about how we've lost all touch with spirituality?
I travel over mountains and oceans
Trying to organize all the hungry and the broken
My only weapon is the words that I've spoken
Here are the gates getting flung wide open
So here's my message in a bottle
Life, my struggle, blood, sweat, tears, scars, cuts and bruises
Lay bare, fuck it, I'm just gonna hoist my flag up a pole
See you salute it, and I hope that one day somebody finds me
I hope