just my soul responding

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday to you
A few years ago on my birthday
I had just become twenty-one (I remember)
I had a lot to live, said I had a lot to give
Til a man comes to give me a gun
And though that war he sent me to didnt claim me
If Im bitter dont blame me
Its just my Soul responding
Dont you try to tell me Im un-patriotic
I deserve an explanation
I cant help but wonder
If you really got it
Its just my Soul responding, Soul responding, Soul responding...
This land once belonged to my father
And to his father before him too
Let me tell you now, Im on a reservation
Living in a state of degradation
Whats a Soul suppose to do
Cause I want out
My human rights
Are now in doubt
When its just my Soul responding
To seeing little hungry children in the Land of Plenty
Just my Soul responding
To doing lots of needing
But never having any
Its just my Soul responding, Soul responding, Soul responding...
I was born and raised in the ghetto
On the run down side of the track
And there are forces who do everything they can do
To hold me back because my skin is black
Oh, but more and more I mind
Hell, Its about time
Its just my Soul responding
To being second-class in a land I helped to form
Just my Soul responding
To too many roaches and not enough heat to keep my babies warm
In this land I helped to form
Ive got too many roaches, and not enough heat to keep my babies warm
Its just my Soul responding, Soul responding, Soul responding, Soul responding
Its just my Soul...
Soul responding...