Last electric Sunday mornin' waitin' in the park for the dawn
Listenin' to all the animals in the Park and in the city beyond
Flashin' with my lady. Sky goin' back to blue
She sad I got a surprise for you

A child is coming
A child is coming
A child is coming

What you gonna do when Uncle Samuel comes around
Askin' for the young one's name
And lookin' for the print of his hand for the files in their number game
I don't want his chance for freedom to ever be that slim
Let's not tell 'em about him

IT'S GETTING' BETTER
LIKE A MORNIN' TO BE BORN

I won't carry the government's child
I want to see my young head
Rising from the water chamber warm with love

To the clear air
Light
Bright
And getting higher

Rain forest born
Born desert warm
No processed child in hiding

It's none of the government's
Business who comes to or
From my body