6 in the morning, wake up and stretch
Miss Rosa’s smiling, she’s feeling great
Her son is coming, probably late
To enjoy a piece of a delicious chocolate banana cake
She’s looking at herself in the mirr
Feeling gorgeous despite the years
Rosa’s turning eighty eight in an hour
For worse and better better better…
I GOT THE FEELING THAT MY VOICE THAT MY VOICE IS NOT HEARD YET
BUT COUNT ON ME I’LL MAKE SOME NOISE, DIRTY NOISE
YOU CANNOT FORGET
7 in the morning, time for a break
Smells like coffee, cake is baked
Open the window, say Hi to the bird
Turn on the news, feeling so hurt
Oh God Almighty, how this is happening again
The kid on the floor blooding out with no gun in his hand
Gonna get ugly, word to the wise
The rage of the people that i know will rise
I GOT THE FEELING THAT MY VOICE THAT MY VOICE IS NOT HEARD YET
BUT COUNT ON ME I’LL MAKE SOME NOISE, DIRTY NOISE
YOU CANNOT FORGET
8 in the morning, Rosa froze
Coffee’s dripping on her toes
Can’t revive the past, this suffering
Gotta protest and gotta win
Get on your feet, never give up your seat
No surrender
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