We Do It For Lewis

Big John Lewis

We gon Stand Up to this

Demockracy

Get in the Streets for Lewis

Big John Lewis

I can smell that Good Trouble

In Good Trouble Town A-Brewing

Do It For Lewis

Big John Lewis

We Gonna this Police State

By Marching In The Interstate

We’ll a Cross that Bridge

And there we’ll sing his name

Big John Lewis

Strong like Steel

Will like Fire

Shape our Destiny

In the Shape

Of Big John Lewis

Today is the Day

That we turn our tears

Into nourishing waters

That wet our whetstones

We Will Be the Blades

Of Black Owned Butcher Shops

We will drop our microphones

At black owned music shops

We’ll dance on down

To the Good Trouble in Good Trouble Town

We will Free Ourselves

From these chains of the class warfare chasm

We will be elastic

Even when they fire the rubber and tear gas us

We gonna Do It For Lewis

Good Trouble Lewis

May God Bless Him

With Entrance into his Gates

Big John Lewis

Walked the Walk

So that we May see the Path that we must take

We must take the power back

With Votes and Megaphones

Oh Lord

Won’t you leave us a few good sons

So that we may say that to us they were known?

RIP John “Good Trouble” Lewis

May your veins not be in vain.