Lyrics:
that very night
Our movement took flight
It was the Day of Pentecost
And gathered in one place
About 120 souls
Were singing psalms of praise
When
they said Obama was in a raid
He actually got a good ass tan and a swag to appear black
Would you believe that? Niggas impeach that, look
How bout they
The singer steps forward
He's not a tour-sung hero
He's not the embodiment of a soul brother
The unassuming troubadour
Sings to himself softly
numbers involved,
AK47s, Singing win or by sum or you fall?
I dealt with brawls, and those willing to sell they soul,
Over cars and clothes, man am
I was born down in the bottoms of the flat black Delta land
I grew up picking cotton in the Mississippi sand
My mama said son take that girl and go
This boy is staying acoustic
There's Seeger singing in his heart
He hopes his songs will somehow start
To heal the cracks that split apart
soul, mind apart
But expect that
Some of the old fans won’t respect that
But I'm a grown man (grown man una)
And I'll be damned if my
Music now don’t
the color she sees
While waiting for the sun
She lives, so patiently
Young man travelling along
Passes by a window
Singing a song
Feel the wind blow
got a brand new bag in '64
Feeling like Otis singing I can't get no
Satisfaction with soul
This aint the Rolling Stones
This will never be televised
nowhere to go ('cause I be running at ya)
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Surrounded by these colors
I see crimson, black and blue
Locking open doors again
I'm still afraid of you
black and white we call it a coulee in Lafayette Lafayette
Felt like I lost my mind one day and slept on the coulee yea
And the water was running right by
on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
I'd be there waiting for
Dani the girl
Is singing songs to me
Beneath the marquee
Of her soul
By the way I tried
See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly
See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly
a beautiful country
Very special country
A very diverse Country
And by the way
This government has fought for every person who lives in it
Black, white,
down by a jealous sound
Bewildered and dislocated, your soul deflated and gone to ground
Nobody, no final direction, no way to connect in this heavier
of the bane
As the cemetery teaches how to love the remaining
Melody of the lost-cause blues
Singing that prayer higher than the brain that I swear I abused
by one snitch you let in your midst
Walking the tight rope hit the wrong note and you slip
Now they singing to the pigs, loose lips sinking ships
But
trying to fill my soul
In this world I created my heart beats unnaturally slow
I thought I was dead inside
The angels were singing goodnight
I know how my
soul, exposed to the bone
And although it’s hard
I've been compensated ten times over
Now all I see is black and white
Yet this is what I live for
These
singing, lot of flower bringing, love missing, mood is intermittent
Microphone full of pain
Soul ties
Yeah, I been thinking about soul ties
I don't know, I
me
cnd the souls of the departed
They're here tonight and they're singing
When things won't get better
cnd all hope seems lost
cnd you can't feel
I throw my 2 cents in
Well make it 5 percent then
If black man is God then
The ghetto must be heaven under fire
Holy war against the races
is true for you to but you probably object
Overruled by the stress of Santa's egg laying bunnies and white Jesus yeah that's a threat
I'm guessing I'm
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