one day i know that my change is gon come
and when it does i'm gonna embrace it and never let go
i'm gonna accept it and let no man take
what i can finally call my own

i won't have to kry no more
no more worryin no more sleepless nights
won't have to lay awake
lift my head towards the sky

and say thank you lord for my change
thank you lord for healin this man
from all my hurt from all my pain
shelter from this hell of rain

one of these grand ol' days
you gon look for me and i'll be gon
and you'll know that my change has come
and i'll be free in my heavenly home

some may kry in remembrance of me
others may fall to their faces and scream
i hope that y'all remeber my aspirations
my change has come... my only dream

is to live free- oh free
far away from this bondage- these chains
and you will know... you will know
that my change came... my change came

Why do people try to justify your actions? I mean if it wasn't meant to be then it wasn't goin to happen.It's like they want to redefine who you are and the things you wanna do, but their judgments aren't accurate so they can't judge appropriately. I mean of course everyone is entitled to their own opinions, but frankly I ain't tryin to hear what they got to say! Their words were only meant to destroy, to devestate, and to tear down a man's perception of life and what it means to him. No one can really take away the freedom of how you feel unless you allow them to. So I want to encourage my people that have to constantly deal with insecurities, self consciousness, and self worth to press on and continue in everything that they do. Feel free to rebel against the way society perceives you. What do you have to lose?

Accused of a crime that He never committed
Just wanted to preach the truth
Hung for the message that He spitted
When He decided to use Earth as His studio booth.

His own kind delivered Him into unclean hands-
A government know for their envy
And all He wanted was for His gospel to expand
To make something worth dying for a reality.

For 30 pieces of silver He was betrayed
That was chump change yo
I can’t believe that His follower paid
To see the young Messiah go.

There were strangers in the House
Jealousy in the church
Malice they hid underneath their blouse
They hit him where it hurt.

He was bruised for my transgressions
While I stood watch
And took out my own aggressions as Jesus got-got!

There wasn’t a fair trial- the courtroom was stacked
They didn’t get the whole story
They were more interested in the city tax
Instead of God’s manifested glory.

Innocent but claimed guilty
He drank from the bitter cup
In it He saw you He saw me
He saw His justice when He looked up.

He knew who He was, didn’t need to be told
Proved through evidence from His teachings
That His Will couldn’t be controlled
By their words or their beatings.

What goes up must certainly come down
You best believe that the high priest will pay
From trying to destroy the divine Priest’s crown
when the Lord separates the sheep from the goats on His Judgment Day.