I wake up And the day feels broken I tilt my head I'm trying to get an angle 'Cause the evenin' I've always longed for It could still happen How do I master The perfect day? Six glasses of water Seven phone calls If you leave it alone It might just happen Anyway It's not up to you, oh, it never really was It's not up to you, oh, it never really was It's not up to you, well, it never really was It's not up to you If you wake up And the day feels, a-broken Just lean into the crack (just lean into the crack) And it will tremble ever so nicely Notice how it sparkles Down there I can decide What I give But it's not up to me What I get given Unthinkable surprises about to happen But what they are It's not up to you, well, it never really was It's not up to you, oh, it never really was It's not up to you, oh, it never really was It's not up to you, oh, me share It's not up to you It's not up to you, oh, it never really was It's not up to you, well, it never really was It's not up to you It's not up to you It's not up to you It's not up to you There's too much clinging To peak There's too much pressure

You're working at your leisure to learn the things you'll need The promises you make tomorrow will carry no guarantee I've seen your qualifications, you've got a Ph.D. I've got one art O level, it did nothing for me Working for the rat race You know you're wasting your time Working for the rat race You're no friend of mine You plan your conversation to impress the college bar Just talking about your Mother and Daddy's Jaguar Wear your political T-shirt and sacred college scarf Discussing the worlds situation but just for a laugh You'll be working for the rat race You know you're wasting your time Working for the rat race You're no friend of mine Working for the rat race You know you're wasting your time Working for the rat race You're no friend of mine Just working at your leisure to learn the things you don't need The promises you make tomorrow will carry no guarantee I've seen your qualifications, you've got a Ph.D. I've got one art O level, it did nothing for me Working for the rat race You know you're wasting your time You're working for the rat race You're no friend of mine

Lynval Golding Born 1921 Mendes St Catherine Jamaica The year was 1954 you know Sir Winston Churchill shot across the western islands And said come Help us rebuild this country devastated by war And so anyway my father set sail upon the wind rush Born for a new life My father was a tailor by trade So this could be the possibility of all possibilities But no there was no cloth to stitch Instead you know wha if I found work In a steel foundry pouring hot metal Day and night day and night And even worse you know what i mean Him Trying to find a room to rent This was becoming a nightmare for him He knock on door after door after door But the sign on the window keep saying the same thing No dogs no irish no blacks Welcome to England I'm not here to teach you I'm not trying to preach to you I'm just trying to reach out And say Time move on In 1964 My father showed across of Jamaica Son him said come join me So I set sail on a ship called the Askina When I reached Northampton on a cold winter's night Boy I was freezing I want to tell the captain to just take me back to Jamaica But no I was here to stay So my father sent me to a school Linden Road school in Glouster I remember the first playtime A boy shot across at me Oi you black bastard, come 'ere I said what He said Come 'ere you black bastard I said couldn't believe, I says what? Are you talking to me? Are you talking to me? Boy welcome to England I'm not here to teach you I'm not trying to preach to you I'm just trying to reach out And say In 1994 I move again The land of the free the home of the brave The United State of America And there I was Just walking along in the sun Mindin My own business Such a beautiful day man When I remember I had to buy a watch for my sister's birthday When why i eventually found this store As i walk through the door This woman in the store shouted at me Why you doing here you god damn nigger I said, I'm just, I'm just trying to buy a watch for my sister When she heard my accent She said, 'oh you're not from here, you're not one of them' One of them i said, you mean me being black Well ma'am let me tell you something right, I am black If that's all you see? The colour of my skin? In England they call you a black bastard In America they call you a god damn nigger Boy Welcome to my world But I'm not here to teach you I'm not here to preach to you I'm just trying to reach out And say Black lives matter

Free Nelson Mandela Free, free, free, free, free Nelson Mandela Free Nelson Mandela 21 years in captivity Shoes too small to fit his feet His body abused but his mind is still free Are you so blind that you cannot see? I said Free Nelson Mandela, I'm begging you Free Nelson Mandela Visited the causes at the AMC Only one man in a large army Are you so blind that you cannot see? Are you so deaf that you cannot hear his plea? Free Nelson Mandela, I'm begging you Free Nelson Mandela 21 tears in captivity Are you so blind that you cannot see? Are you so deaf that you cannot hear? Are you so dumb that you cannot speak? I said Free Nelson Mandela, I'm begging you Free Nelson Mandela Free Nelson Mandela, begging you, begging you please Free Nelson Mandela, you got to, you got to, you got to free, you got to free, you got to free Free Nelson Mandela Free Nelson Mandela Free Free (I'm telling you, telling you, telling you) Free (You've got to free, yeah, you've got to free) Free (Yeah, you've got to free, yeah, you've got to free) Free (Nelson Mandela) Free Free (I'm telling you, telling you, telling you) Free (Free, yeah, you've got to free him now) Free (You've got to free him now, you've got to free him) Free (I'm telling you, telling you, telling you) Free (You've got to free, yeah, yeah) Free (You've got to free, yeah, yeah) Free (I'm telling you, telling you, telling you) Free (Begging you, begging you please) Free (I'm telling you, you've got to free, yeah Free (you've got to free)