Lyrics The Mourning Son - Chinese Man feat. Jeru the Damaja

Jeru The Damaja (the original)
Chinese Man (holdin' it up)
Morning Sun the re-do (the re-do)
I've learned so much in my travels all over the world (for real)
Come to appreciate life more, life is beautiful (lovely)
From the ghettos of East New York (the ghetto)
To globe trottin' (all over the world)

Life, lessons, curses and blessings
I sit back, ponder the universe's greatest questions
What if we were judged by our heart's orientation?
Not, sex, complexion, religion or nation?

Would we still have starvation?
Would we still kill to prove our God is the God of creation?
Would the greedy stay fat from the labor of the poor?
Would war mean more than the spoils of war?

Would the truth be a guiding force?
Would peace and love be the source that plans our life course?
Would prison be packed to the brim with men
And would we execute them for a life of sin?

Would my good friend kill my another good friend?
Would one be in the ground and one in the pen?
Would there be a such thing as a gun?
These are questions I ask when I sit under the morning sun

Depression, recession, obsession
Where is God? You think blasphemous I'm asking this question
Transgression, suppression, regression
A little suggestion, some self-reflection
Aggression, obsessions, possessions
Where is God? You think blasphemous I'm asking this question
Can I make a little suggestion, I think the answer's in self-reflection

(Aye, The Mourning Son)

I contemplate, why do we hate?
Is evil cultivated or a sin of my friend innate?
People pray for iconic escape, God's return date
Until then what's the world's fate?

Could we live in harmony without the threat of hell?
Or do you go to heaven for dying in 9/11?
Poverty, corruption, over-consumption, mass-production, mass-destruction
Is survival our only function?

If the world so cold then what's the purpose of a man's soul?
What's a man true goal? Is it to eat good, have sex and collect gold?
Little children suffer horrors untold
All across the globe, mothers are raped, their babies are sold
Could different cultures live as one?
These are questions I ask when I sit under the mourning son

Depression, recession, obsession
Where is God? You think blasphemous I'm asking this question
Transgression, suppression, regression
A little suggestion, some self-reflection
Aggression, obsessions, possessions
Where is God? You think blasphemous I'm asking this question
Can I make a little suggestion, I think the answer's in self-reflection

Depression, recession, obsession
Where is God? You think blasphemous I'm asking this question
Transgression, suppression, regression
A little suggestion, some self-reflection
Aggression, obsessions, possessions
Where is God? You think blasphemous I'm asking this question
Can I make a little suggestion, I think the answer's in self-reflection