Freedom writerThey cursed my brother to his faceGo home outsiderThis town's gonna be your buryin' place
He was singin' on his kneesAn angry mob trailed alongThey shot my brother deadBecause he hated what was wrong
He was my brotherTears can't bring him back to meHe was my brotherAnd he died so his brothers could be freeHe died so his brothers could be free