I got the Shankara Charya
In the palm of my hand
It's hard to fathom
Not many will understand
I've been across the wilderness
My brain's been scorned
It's at my fingertips
I want to live on
It goes over in my head
Freedom
For my people
I pick up the phone
My God is that you
I try to leave a message
And I try to break through
It's at my fingertips
My brains been scorned
Everything is nothing
And I want to live on
It goes over in my head
Freedom
For my people
