Cherokee St. Paroles

And I know
What it feels like to fly

No well water
To run dry
Too many graves
To be kept clean
I shook the hand
What each day delivers
Today's world
Is not my home
There's need for change
Not more prisons
Decisions made
With a blind eye
Just believe
A better day will rise
Until then this world
Is not my home
But I've seen the smile
Of a Cherokee Street girl
And I know
What it feels like to fly