the king, the king, the king is hanging out
this is the day, rememberance we can shout
history is preserved, tears now conserved
the likes of Dr. Martin, posts on the social wall
the rights fight by Dr. Martin, still just a crawl
the laws, the lobbies, Keysian filibusters
clamp down on realities, their voice barely musters
drug abuse, no excuse, needle misuse, light the fuse
from the income towers, so manacle beyond powers
we cla**ify in thes tiers, pain and suffering spears
are thrust outward from the fund we trust, in God
given the liberty, laughs, give them the sobriety,
drunk on satire and lavish clothes, in Moses
give the staff, leads, infections full of chaff
This day, this collection of hours, twenty plus four
will not be the day that justice settles the score
more, more, more, cries the capitalism game
human insticts abused, all for profitable fame
Dr. Martin, Dr. Martin, he was the king
such strong leaders, in dreams, we sing
of their ideals, bucking social trend appeals,
today, I will recall your dream you had for reals.