This is the song of the redeemed
This is the song of the free
Sing like
The birds in the morning chirping
Sing like
A horny sex addict
When the girls be twerking

Hallelujah
The spirit of kumbaya
Lives on
Hallelujah
Sing with me
Cmon cmon cmon
This is like that
Ancient throwback tribal shit
Props to you
If you bump this in your whip
Hallelujah
The stewards are still faithful
Hallelujah
For those with a seat
At the table
Those invited
Are certainly more than righteous
Christ may you reign supreme
During the times of crisis
Good Lord
I hear the sound of revolution
Good Lord
I see the effects
Of your institutions
I see the youth choosing wisdom
As the more viable substitution
Over the folly
The start of a new movement
Hallelujah
My grandpa’s grandpa would be proud
Hallelujah
Mustard tree so big
When it started off as a sprout
Kumbaya
Kumbaya
Kumbaya
My lord
Kumbaya
Kumbaya
Kumbaya
Kumbaya
My lord