When I get older,
I will be stronger,
They’ll call me freedom, just like a wavin’ flag.
And then it goes back, and then it goes back,
And then it goes back.
Born to a throne, stronger than Rome
but violent prone, poor people zone.
But it’s my home, all I have known,
Where I got grown, streets we would roam.
Out of the darkness, I came the farthest,
Among the hardest survival.
Learn from these streets, it can be bleak,
Accept no defeat, surrender, retreat.
So we struggling, fighting to eat,
And we wondering when we’ll be free,
So we patiently wait, for that fateful day,
It’s not far away, so for now we say.
So many wars, settling scores,
Bringing us promises, leaving us poor.
I heard them say, love is the way,
Love is the answer, that’s what they say.
But look how they treat us, Make us believers,
We fight their battles, then they deceive us.
Try to control us, they couldn’t hold us,
Cause we just move forward like Buffalo Soldiers.
When I get older, when I get older,
I will be stronger, just like a wavin’ flag.
Just like a wavin’ Flag, just like a wavin’ flag,
Flag, flag, Just like a wavin’ flag.
