One day, when the glory comes
It will be ours, it will be ours
Oh, one day, when the war is one
We will be sure, we will be here sure
Oh, glory, glory
Oh, glory, glory
Hands to the Heavens, no man, no weapon
Formed against, yes glory is destined
Every day women and men become legends
Sins that go against our skin become blessings
The movement is a rhythm to us
Freedom is like religion to us
Justice is juxtaposition in us
Justice for all just ain t specific enough
One son died, his spirit is revisitin us
Truant livin livin in us, resistance is us
That s why Rosa sat on the bus
That s why we walk through Ferguson with our hands up
When it go down we woman and man up
They say, "Stay down" and we stand up
Shots, we on the ground, the camera panned up
King pointed to the mountain top and we ran up
One day, when the glory comes
It will be ours, it will be ours
Oh, glory, glory
Oh, glory, glory
Now the war is not over
Victory isn t won
And we ll fight on to the finish
Then when it s all done
We ll cry glory, oh glory
Aohoo glory, oh glory
Selma s now for every man, woman and child
Even Jesus got his crown in front of a crowd
They marched with the torch, we gon run with it now
Never look back, we done gone hundreds of miles
From dark roads he rose, to become a hero
Facin the league of justice, his power was the people
Enemy is lethal, a king became regal
Saw the face of Jim Crow under a bald eagle
No one can win the war individually
It takes the wisdom of the elders
And young people s energy
Welcome to the story we call victory
The comin of my Lord, my eyes have seen the glory
One day, when the glory comes
It will be ours, it will be ours
Oh, glory, glory
Oh, glory, glory glory
