1. HIGHER GROUND

People
Keep on learnin'
Soldiers
Keep on warrin'
World,
Keep on turnin'
Cause it won't be too long.
Powers
Keep on lyin',
While your people
Keep on dyin'
World,
Keep on turnin',
Cause it won't be too long.

[Chorus]
I'm so darn glad He let me try it again,
'Cause my last time on earth I lived a whole world of sin.
I'm so glad that I know more than I knew then.
Gonna keep on tryin' till I reach the highest ground.

Teachers,
Keep on teachin'
Preachers,
Keep on preachin',
World, keep on turnin',
'Cause it won't be too long.
Oh, no
Lovers,
Keep on lovin'
While believers
Keep on believin'.
Sleepers,
Just stop sleepin'
'Cause it won't be too long.
Oh, no!

[Chorus]

[Spoken] An' Stevie knows that, uh, no-body's gonna bring me down.
Till I reach the highest ground.
[Spoken] 'cause me 'n' Stevie, see, we're gonna be a sailin' on the funky sound
Till I reach the highest ground.
[Spoken] Bustin' out, an I'll break you out, 'cause I'm sailin' on.
Till I reach the highest ground
[Spoken] Just, uh, sailin' on sailin' on the higher ground
Till I reach the highest ground


2. FIGHT LIKE A BRAVE

All you slingers and friends
Hide behind your rocks
Put down your guard
I’m not here to box
This is no showdown
So throw down your guns
You see it doesn’t matter
Where you come from
You could be from Park Ave
Or from a park bench
You could be a politician
Or a bitchy princess
But if you’re lookin’ for a fist
And you’re lookin’ to unite
Put your knuckleheads together
Make a fist and fight
Not to your death
And not to your grave
I’m talkin’ bout that freedom
Fight like a brave

Fight like a brave – don’t be a slave
No one can tell you
You’ve got to be afraid

If you’re sick-a-sick n tired
Of being sick and tired
If you’re sick of all the bullshit
And you’re sick of all the lies
It’s better late than never
To set-a-set it straight
You know the lie is dead
So give yourself a break
Get it through your head
And get it off your chest
Get it out your arm
Because it’s time to start fresh
You want to stop dying
The life you could be livin’
I’m here to tell a story
But I’m also here to listen
No I’m not your preacher
And I’m not your physician
I’m just trying to reach you
I’m a rebel with a mission

Fight like a brave – don’t be a slave
No one can tell you you’ve got to be afraid
Fight like a brave – don’t be a slave
No one can tell you you’ve got to be afraid

You say you’re running
And you’re running
And you’re running afraid
You say you ran across the planet
But you couldn’t get away
The fire in your brain
Was driving you insane
You were looking for a day
In a life that never came
So don’t tell me that
I’ve got to take a number
‘Cause I’ve been to that doctor
And believe me that’s a bummer
Here’s a one of a kind
Convention of the mind
And don’t forget to mention
That it doesn’t cost a dime
Come as you like
And leave any time
And one more thing
You know it doesn’t have to rhyme

Fight like a brave – don’t be a slave
No one can tell you you’ve got to be afraid
Fight like a brave – don’t be a slave
No one can tell you you’ve got to be afraid
Fight like a brave – don’t be a slave
No one can tell you you’ve got to be afraid
Fight like a brave – don’t be a slave
No one can tell you you’ve got to be afraid


3. BEHIND THE SUN

One day while bathing in the sea
My talking dolphin spoke to me
He spoke to me in symphony
From freedom's peace beneath the sea
He looked to me eyes full of love
Said yes we live behind the sun

Behind the sun
Behind the sun
Behind the sun

The sun goes up
And the sun gets down
But like the heart of the sun
My heart continues to pound

Behind the sun

Now while I shower in the rain
I watch my dolphin swim away
The one who listens to the surf
Can feel the pulse beat of the earth
And like my dolphin swims so free
The sun does swim into the sea

Behind the sun
Behind the sun
Behind the sun

An island flying through the sky
One day your son might ask you why
And if you son should be a girl
She too might ask you of this world
The sun shines sweet upon your beach
And yes my dolphin loves to teach

Behind the sun
Behind the sun
Behind the sun

The sun goes up
And the sun gets down
But like the heart of the sun
My heart continues to pound

Behind the sun


4. OUT IN L.A.

We’re all a bunch of brothers
Livin’ in a cool way
Along with six million others
In this place called L.A.

L.A.’s the place sets my mind ablaze
For me its a race through a cotton
Pickin’ maze

The town makes me jump its got a lot
Of bad chicks
Well sure its got some chumps but I still
Get my kicks
My body loves to scrump when I lick
The ripe pick
Like a thump on a thumb poppin’ hump
Hump hump pop out

The action never stops I’m as wild as can be
‘Cause I’m shooting for the top and my
Best friend’s Flea
Oom Chucka Willy knew that balls could pop
But he never met the tree so he never
Bebopped hop out

Antwan the swan from the pretty fish pond
Was a bad mother jumper
You could tell he was strong
He wore a cold paisley jacket
And a hellified ass
And between his legs was a sweat young lass
He threw a hundred women up against the wall
And he swore to fear that he’d love them all
But by the time he got to 99 he had to stop
‘Cause that’s when he thought
That he heard a fop
Night and the night before
I heard a fop outside then I
Came in doors rock out

Now I told you a little
Somethin’ ‘bout the Flea
Something ‘bout the tree
A little something ‘bout me
I can’t leave you hangin’
‘Bout my man Sherm Zee
He swings the ying, he bangs the yang
Now its time to hear him do his thang
You better be burnin’ Sherman

We’re all a bunch of brothers livin’
In a cool way
Along with six million others in this
Place called L.A.
Step out