You've gotta feel to let it heal
You've gotta love to rise above
You've gotta scream like there's a dream
In someone's hand, about to crash
When it all builds up inside
Feel the pain you no longer hide
Good morning, you've woken up
You are done conforming
(You've gotta feel)
When your heart starts to realize
And your soul starts to fuel your mind
Feel the movement, you've had enough
Welcome to revolution, oh
You've gotta feel to let it heal
You've gotta love to rise above
You've gotta scream like there's a dream
In someone's hand, about to crash
You've gotta feel to let it heal
You've gotta love to rise above
You've gotta scream like there's a dream
In someone's hand, about to crash
We got a sickness, capitalism
Root of our symptoms
We been conditioned to think it's the system
We gotta fix it
Open your eyes, no dent in the system
Work just right for the people that built it
That's the piece of the puzzle we're missin'
The American Dream really twisted
"Land of the free"
Is what they had written
Think about who was holding the pen then
This exactly what they had envisioned
One percent hold the power position
Call us the thug but watch your tradition
Drink the blood of the people they killin'
"Land of the free"
Is what they had written
"For the rich" is the end of that sentence
Oh, you've gotta feel to let it heal (gotta feel)
You've gotta love to rise above
You've gotta scream like there's a dream (like there's a dream)
In someone's hand, about to crash
You've gotta feel to let it heal (gotta feel)
You've gotta love to rise above (let it)
You've gotta scream like there's a dream
In someone's hand, about to crash
You've gotta feel
Rise above
You've chosen love
Ooh (ooh), woo, woo
Oh, you've gotta feel