♪ I am a warrior in shadow ♪ I am a dreamer, I'm a dancer ♪ I'm a lover, I'm a thief ♪ I am the bark, I am the leaf ♪ I am judgment, I am the judged ♪ ♪ As I rake myself across the coals ♪ ♪ While the storm within me brews ♪ ♪ I reinforce the walls ♪ But when sing, everything it changes ♪ ♪ I feel stardust in my bones ♪ And this song becomes a prayer ♪ ♪ No yesterday, no tomorrow ♪ There's Only the here and now ♪ ♪ So won't you help me sing ♪ Sing this victory song ♪ We can sing along ♪ Help me sing this victory song ♪ ♪ We can sing along ♪ You are a warrior in shadow ♪ You are a dreamer, you're a dancer ♪ ♪ You are a lover, you're a thief ♪ ♪ You are the bark, you are the leaf ♪ ♪ You are judgment, you are the judged ♪ ♪ As you rake yourself across the coals ♪ ♪ While the storm within you brews ♪ ♪ you reinforce the walls ♪ But when you sing, everything it changes ♪ ♪ You feel the stardust in your bones ♪ ♪ And this song becomes a prayer.

♪ ♪ No yesterday, no tomorrow ♪ There's only the here and now ♪ ♪ So won't you help me sing ♪ Sing this victory song ♪ We can sing along ♪ Help me sing this victory song ♪ ♪ We can sing along ♪ We are warriors in shadows ♪ We are dreamers, we are dancers ♪ ♪ We are lovers, we are thieves ♪ ♪ We are the bark, we are the leaves ♪ ♪ We are judgment, we are the judged ♪ ♪ As we rake ourselves across the coal ♪ ♪ While the storm within us brew ♪ ♪ We reinforce the walls ♪ But when we sing, everything it changes ♪ ♪ We feel the stardust in our bones ♪ ♪ And this song becomes a prayer ♪ ♪ No yesterday, No tomorrow ♪ There's only the here and now ♪ ♪ So won't you help me sing ♪ Sing this victory song ♪ We can sing along ♪ Help me sing this victory song ♪ ♪ We can sing along ♪ The sculpted and praised Gray Glory Parade ♪ ♪ Hallow men disgracing pedestals traitors of their time ♪ ♪ O, say can you see ♪ By the dawns early light, evidence is indisputable ♪ ♪ Golden age which once gleamed is now tearing at the seam ♪ ♪ The stars and stripes are unraveling ♪ ♪ Monuments built to stand for, we can no longer stand for ♪ ♪ Our silence now is damaging, it's time for a reckoning ♪ ♪ A great awakening ♪ The next American revolution ♪ It is time to take down these systems of hate ♪ ♪ Disguised as love for God and country ♪ ♪ Proclamations that they make ♪ Yet I'm quiet and listless ♪ Do no more than bear witness ♪ But it's not enough as warm blood runs from broken bodies ♪ ♪ And the golden age which once gleamed ♪ ♪ Is now tearing at the seams ♪ The stars and stripes are unraveling ♪ ♪ And the words of men get lost on the wind ♪ ♪ Their silence now is deafening ♪ ♪ It's time for a reckoning ♪ A great awakening ♪ The next American revolution - Dear Black Madonna, dear sacred mothers.

America's coming for our sons with AR-15s just as they came for Jesus.

How many crosses shall we burn?

50 years after Detroit and Newark set fire to racial inequality and police brutality.

How many die before we erupt?

Our children, blood lava spilling on concrete jungle streets.

How many prayer mats face east and pray five times a day for relief, for sanctuary, for peace.

I watch my son's arms grow longer.

I listen to his mind, strengthen his pride.

Push past America.

♪ Be the finger that pulls ♪ The pin that holds ♪ This faulty union must be ground down ♪ ♪ So we can star anew ♪ And the truth we hold dear is yet to be known ♪ ♪ Till freedom rings for all, there can be none ♪ ♪ And the golden age, which once gleamed ♪ ♪ Is now tearing at the seam ♪ Stars and stripes are unraveling ♪ ♪ So we'll take to the streets ♪ We will not retreat ♪ Silence becomes victory beckoning ♪ ♪ In this time of reckoning ♪ A great awakening ♪ The next American revolution - What is a slave name?

My son asked me at 10.

This is a moment our sons let go of our hands and want to play in the park with friends or walk home from school alone.

The answer is, Tamir Rice will never.

This is the collective worry of millions of Marys hiding their Jesus children in the shelter.

Prayers, blankets, candles, family dinners.

Our sons still burning.

Our daughters not safe.

We rebel against colonization.

Resist the death of culture.

The killing of the old to rush in the new.

One day a prophet shall return.

The Flint water turns to wine.

- We are back with Audra Kubat.

And what was your solo?

- It's called "When I Sing" and I just wrote it actually.

I was facilitating a workshop and they give you a song seed.

And the song seed was how does music change you?

And I wanted to write something that was like in the moment really doing that work.

Like it's really repetitive.

And I think by the time you hear it, like one time you're like, oh, I can sing along with that.

I really wanted it to feel by the time it gets to that chorus, like, but when I sing, everything changes.

I feel the stardust in my bones and the song becomes a prayer.

No, yesterday.

No tomorrow.

It's just the here and now.

So help me sing this victory song.

And I like just having, repeating that I think is a really great technique to just get people kind of into it.

And then suddenly we're all singing and it's doing the thing I want it to do, is that we all sing together.

- Tell us about that, that beautiful collaboration.

- Yeah, so I, I've known of Jessica over the years and been so inspired by her work and just her spirit.

And so I wrote the song kind of right after George Floyd had happened when we lost him.

And there was the sort of rage that was happening and I really needed to write something.

I didn't know what to write.

I also felt like I wasn't sure like where my voice and my song sort of fit in.

And I sent it to Jessica actually.

And I was like, you know, would you sing?

You know, would you do something on this?

Or like, what do you think of this song?

And she's like, you absolutely have to record this and I wanna, you know, I, I'll write something.

And then she did and we came together and it was, it was really important to have her voice on this piece.

You know, a voice that could speak from her perspective and it really felt right to come together.