Perhaps I'm a cunning linguist The wrong ones are so well distinguished The whole block is ready to start cocking instead of pop locking and steady rocking Slow cooking down at central booking Even got freedom fighters looking the other way Know the time seeks improvement The street reeks of need for a movement Shed light on hopeless situations Unify all nations and tribes Get together and spread good vibes Every breath may be the last Make a move and make it fast Just look and see freedom is not free When was it Unity now and love does it Desperation and degradation to admiration in a nation on the verge of collapse Perhaps it starts with you