Everyone wants to be free
Reaching for the top of the tree
Everyone dies to be free
Reaching for a golden spoon

That's why so much confusion
That's why so much in corruption

But the workers to be free must be free
Never been in misery too long
But the work of man lectures or not
Are the rightous men here in bobbylon
Here in bobbylon

Bobby will show them the right way
Still they done the bad
See he got to get a hold on them
Find out when the time is fair

Now i gotta get away

This is not
A place for me to stay