children of the revolution lyrics

Fell down from the clouds like raindrops we were sent here Came up from the ground, the abyss, now we're still here I am the philosophy that filled Woody Guthrie when he said: This land is ours, 'cause it must be The spirit that enveloped John Lennon's heart when he asked why we can't just give peace a chance When Phil Ochs declared that the war is over, I was the spark that filled the composer I am the quiver in the voice of Martin Luther when he spoke about his dreams of the future That's me, the venom in Johnny Rotten's spit, why rappers still use that word they haven't gotten shit When Hendrix was all along the watchtower Joe Strummer said: Fire, Chuck D fight the power The whooping siren of KRS-One the smoke on Bob Marley's tongue when he sung Love is one, control and I shift, now I inhabit the form of the man known as Itch We are the children of the revolution (Fell down from the house like raindrops we were sent here) We are the children of the revolution (Came up from the ground, the abyss, now we're still here) I am the picket lines and the picket signs, I am the youthful fight of hopeful times Abbie Hoffman's anger, Jerry Garcia's dealer, Mick Jagger's lips, Body Count's Cop Killer When Miles entered in the back then rocked the stage, I was the fire in Max Roach that gave jazz rage I'm Elvis's pelvis, the star in the frenzy, I'm the fuck you, I won't do what you tell me I am the conscience, I'm how Billy Bragg gets everywhere at once right at once I'm the nights of love, the days of rage, I'm the love in the air at a warehouse rave I'm the hope in the ghost town, the dope in the Motown, the all-night fucking in the streets of the hometown Control and I shift, inhabit the form of the man known as Itch We are the children of the revolution (Fell down from the house like raindrops we were sent here) We are the children of the revolution (Came up from the ground, the abyss, now we're still here) I let the spirit flow through me, shift to form all me From heart to fingertips, toes claim ownership equipped Tune in, let rip, lose grip of reality, please don't banish me To the hell that is sanity I'd rather punch my own eyes screaming profanity What about the humanity? What about all the casualties? What about how we've lost all touch with spirituality? I travel over mountains and oceans Trying to organize all the hungry and the broken My only weapon is the words that I've spoken Here are the gates getting flung wide open So here's my message in a bottle Life, my struggle, blood, sweat, tears, scars, cuts and bruises Lay bare, fuck it, I'm just gonna hoist my flag up a pole See you salute it, and I hope that one day somebody finds me I hope