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letra de the sweeter tune of freedom - timothy welbeck

verse 1 [harlem, new york, june 4, 1964: “the panther’s tale”]

we are one people, one kindred, one fellow/though of varying hues of black, brown, and yellow/we come from the same streets, same slums, same ghettos/to live a life whose outcome is always dreadful/that’s why we need more than lunch counters/we need the liberty promised by our nations founders/because washington d.c. has got hypocrisies and mockeries/and the basic ploy is to keep our people under lock and key/they used to shackle our ankles, now they chain our liberty/and it’s getting ridiculous, my folks aren’t safe in the streets/that’s why they’re scared to see what black people truly think/and that’s why they fear talk of guns in their cities and streets/because if they send me over seas to slaughter the vietnamese/they know i won’t come home and suffer an in peace, and m-ffle my speech while i see my brothers i beat/the know this time, i’ll be willing to suffer and bleed/because the longing for liberty is a natural instinct/so why should i suppress it for what white men think/why should i fear what the white man says, when like i he dresses pant-leg, by pant-leg/these weapons i’m holding shows him he bleeds hemoglobin, so if it must come to this, let his wish be granted/because if i must die, i will not cower in the gutter, but i will breathe my last breathe to empower my brother

verse 2 [warsaw, poland, may 20, 1944: “judah laments”]

119482 is my new moniker/and my every waking moment is watched an monitored/by s.s. soldiers who love their cruel deeds/of k!lling innocents, they call it duty/they’ll k!ll anyone, first you and then me/to say they triumphed and slew the jew’s seed/but redemption is coming, one day and you’ll see/because we’re his chosen people, those who will mention his name/and he will bless those that bless us/and curse those that render the same/so when our blood cries to him, he will remember the slain/and when his judgment comes, his vengeance will reign/because we’re not treated like men, we’re like dogs instead/they transformed the children of god into the walking dead/i’m eating and sleeping, and now i’m even talking less/i awaken to death, the smell of scalding flesh/at night i wonder why my lord hasn’t called me yet/it can be no worse/this is h-ll, death, and the grave/why won’t my lord beckon his slave/though i grow weary less, and less i’m afraid/though afflicted, i still carry my faith, i tarry and wait/for green pastures and still waters, for there is a place/where my lord will lead me, and there in he will say/well done thy faithful servant, your blessing awaits

verse 3 [savannah, georgia, april 24, 1844: “the bondman’s freedom”]

before i’m a slave another day, i’ll be buried in my grave/that’s what i say today, i have to leave this place/before i’m a slave another day, i’ll be buried in my grave/that’s what i say today i’m going to leave this place/before i’m a slave another day, i’ll be buried in my grave/that’s what i say today, and when i leave this place/i’m going to keep on running, until my feet come, to that beloved place that men call freedom/but they say if i leave i’ll be aborting my seed/because when i’m caught it will be the cord and the string/but it’s no fitting, they pinned my lord in a tree, so if i must die, at least i lived according to me/they say the caged bird sings due to the bliss of his ignorance/but through all the dissonance, he won’t miss this life’s belligerence/because through the bars he sees the restoration of his innocence/and hears the sweeter tune of freedom in the distances

verse 4
we are human beings, being how humans be/moving through this life, longing to be free/looking for heaven to come on this earth beneath/singing the sweeter tune of what it means to be free/lord you knew my nature, saw my flesh was flawed/knew this frame would hinder me, but still my name you called/you knew this frame would hinder me, but you still loved me tenderly/even though you knew my flesh wouldn’t stand the test of infinity/you saw my frame and how iniquity entered me/foolishness broke in and caused my body injury/but your love came down and stretched thousands of centuries/love you sent for me, your grace, it entered me

- timothy welbeck

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