His hustle was wrong, his mind was his own, but the man lived alone, oh, Superfly.

Sisters, brothers and the whities, Blacks and the crackers, Police and their backers, They're all political actors

Maybe the words that I say is just another way to pray.

If there's hell below, we're all gonna go.

Remember your dream is your only scheme, so keep on pushing.

Move on up towards your destination

Don't worry, if there is a hell below, we're all going to go.