Go ahead, better dead than red. Rather die on my feet than live on my knees. He said please but if
peace is not your pipe, then you're gonna get the big superman squeeze. Too late to turn off
enlightenment, too late to stop rock and roll, the kat is out of the bag and he's grooving. That kool
kat hit the ground runnin', smilin', thinkin' and movin'. That wise kat met the road racin',
searchin', thrivin', and freedom-chasin'. His time had come to take the torch and run, to reflect
the shine of the holy sun. No turnin' back to bring the heartless and soulless, Freedom, our dear,
sweet Freedom had come.