Freedom

[Charles Mingus] This mule ain’t from Moscow This mule ain’t from the South But this mule has some learnin' Mostly mouth-to-mouth This mule could be called stubborn and lazy But in a clever sorta’ way this mule could be workin’ Waitin’ and learnin’ and plannin’ For a sacred kind of day A day when burnin’ sticks and crosses is not mere Child’s play But a madman in his most incandescent bloom Whose lover’s soul is imperfection and is most lustrous Groom So, stand fast there young mule Soothe in contemplation That burning whole and aching thigh Your stubbornness is ever living And cool anxiety is about to die [Mingus+ Group] Freedom for your daddy Freedom for your momma Freedom for your brothers and sisters But no freedom for me Freedom for your daddy’s daddy Freedom for your momma’s momma Freedom for your brothers and sisters But no freedom for me Freedom for your daddy’s daddy Freedom for your momma’s momma Freedom for your brothers and sisters But no freedom for me