Beat the drum, br Sing the couplet, br Freedom is not because of you, br It is in spite of you, br I need to get a look, br In the heavy haze of whitened smoke, br The rhythmic movements of your body, br You hands in the skies, br I am to myself again, br What illusive self, br To fly to and from self to self, br We though meet or not, br We are one soul. br I stretch from corner to corner, br Dig deep and look up, br This is the street in freak. br Every corner and wall, br is celebrating life and death.