John Coltrane

Negro faces lined with sorrow pained with tears
Crying for an unborn baby
Waiting for that unborn
Pain
And your leaders they’re all fading
But young men hear the call of freedom everywhere
Freedom from all wasted violence
Freedom from that manmade
Rain
Oh, I sentence you to thirty years for John Coltrane
Yes, I sentence you to thirty years
Yes I sentence you to thirty years for John Coltrane
Oh I sentence you to thirty years
Heard the man see its a free country
But only if you stay behind the walls
Walls that lock out upraised voices
Walls that echo freedom
And it’s cage remain
And it’s cage remain
I sentence you to thirty years for John Coltrane
Yes I sentence you to thirty years
And the politics of a murder
Branded on the leader’s face
And it hides his eyes
Oh he hides it from his heartfelt feelings
Thinking only of
His world again
Oh his world again
Yes I sentence you to thirty years for John Coltrane
Oh I sentence you to thirty years