Paroles: The Gladiators. Re-arrange.

I'm hoping and I'm praying
That very soon things would re-arrange

Too much innocent blood have shed
Our heart cries out, our soul grieve

If man would start to meditate
We would all see what been buggin' us

They've been fooled by our fellow man
And taught the way to rob and kill

But remember one and all
No one is free till ev'ry man is free

Don't ax what your country can do for you
The question is what you can do for it