Let's do it in the mornin' Sweet breeze in the summer time. Feeling your sweet face All laid up next to mine. Sweet love in the midnight; Good sleep,… - Curtis Mayfield

It's hard to understand;
There was love in this man.
I'm sure all would agree
That his misery
Was his woman and things.
Now Freddie's dead;
That's what I said.<p>Everybody's misused him;
Ripped him off and abused him.
Another junkie playin';
Pushin' dope for the man.
A terrible blow, but that's how it go.
Freddie's on the corner now.
If you wanna be a junkie, wow;
Remember, Freddie's dead.

We'll all turn black
So who's to know?
As a matter of fact,
Color, creed and breed must go.
There will be no light,
So there can be no sight.
And you'll judge your fellow man;
Understand bout what is right.
A million music, a million sound
There's neutral thoughts
For the underground.

People get ready there's a train comin';
You don't need no baggage, just get on board.
All you need is faith to hear the diesels hummin';
You don't need no ticket, just thank the lord.