Текст песни Chapter 1: Bethesda - Sho Baraka feat. J.K. & L.I.B.E.R.T.Y.
Yeah,
I
feel
the
pain
of
a
70's
soul
single
Who
just
saw
the
death
of
one
of
its
soul
leaders
I
wanna
sell
records
but
yet
I
feel
eager
To
write
political
tunes
that
give
a
certain
finger
To
talk
to
God
they
told
me
to
climb
a
mountain
I'm
thirsty
for
His
revelation,
where's
the
colored
fountain?
As
grace
rains
on
the
concrete
garden
I
guess
it's
common
sense
now
that
that's
water
for
chocolate
Mommas
tried
to
keep
their
babies
off
the
street
Police
got
rap
sheets
so
ya
kids
gettin'
beat,
beat
Hit
after
hit
video
in
the
crowd
and
still
not
enough
evidence
I'm
on
my
Harriet
Tubman
maybe
my
sojourner
More
like
Martin
Luther
the
King
than
Nat
Turner
I
roll
with
a
team
of
newly
redeemed
sinners
That
know
we
have
to
lose
our
life
to
be
winners
(live)
Clouds
will
come
the
rain
will
fall
Sometimes
sun
won't
shine
at
all
From
pain
inside
cries
will
soar
But
I'm
hopin'
that
you
hold
all
things
together
Yeah,
every
pastor
ain't
corrupt,
every
church
don't
suck
But
the
people
are
thinkin',
who
will
speak
for
us?
A
nation
of
people
who
bleach
their
skin
Keep
fightin'
my
bro,
you'll
find
that
peace
within
Or
that
young
brown
sister
with
a
pure
gold
voice
Or
that
unborn
child
who
has
had
no
choice
Third
world
pains,
kids
dyin'
of
aids
Abort
a
child
cuz
2 adults
had
childish
ways
Pretty
offensive
- I'm
still
in
the
zone
I
have
a
Chris
Rock
goal
- keep
my
daughter
off
the
pole
That's
two-fold
- stripping
and
politickin'
Cuz
to
me
homie
I
don't
really
see
much
difference
Promise
a
bunch
of
stuff
you
never
get
Exit
with
the
same
concerns
you
came
in
with
To
all
my
people
who
grindin'
- what
up
tho'?
To
all
my
people
who
dyin'
- what
up
ghost?
To
all
my
people
who
grindin'
- what
up
tho'?
To
all
my
people
who
dyin'
- what
up
ghost?
Clouds
will
come
the
rain
will
fall
Sometimes
sun
won't
shine
at
all
From
pain
inside
cries
will
soar
But
I'm
hopin'
that
you
hold
all
things
together
Born
in
Alberta,
died
in
Atlanta
Had
2 parents
plus
raised
by
grandma
Told
I
was
different
cuz
I
spoke
with
a
grammar
that
was
proper
Cuz
my
momma
tried
to
raise
me
with
manners
I'm
a
lover,
I'm
a
husband,
I'm
an
artist,
I'm
a
father
I'm
a
fighter,
a
believer,
I'm
an
actor,
I'm
an
author
I
ran
up
son
of
Adam,
I'm
just
lookin'
for
the
pardon
A
vegan
avoidin'
the
beef
that
started
in
the
garden
I'm
on
my
Oscar
Grant
and
invisible
children,
Jena
Six,
Rakeem
Boyd,
I
am
Bobby
Tillman
I'm
on
my
thief
on
the
cross
the
prodigal
son
And
I
was
the
sheep
that
was
lost
I'm
on
my
mover
and
shakers
a
student
of
the
panthers
Also
learned
in
the
quakers
I'm
on
my
Zora
Neale,
Absalom
Jones,
Harlem
renaissance
with
a
Paul
Robeson
poem
I'm
on
my
George
Washington
Carver
A
humble
servant
who
gave
all
glory
to
the
Father
I'm
on
my
Rembrandt
with
a
fitted
cap,
C.S.
Lewis
if
he
would
ever
rap
I'm
on
my
Lord
touch
down,
I
love
life
but
you
can
come
back
now
I'm
on
my
son
of
a
king,
a
fresh
prince,
diverse
being,
the
talented
10th
(To
all
my
people
who
grindin'
- what
up
tho'?
To
all
my
people
who
grindin'
- what
up
tho'?
To
all
my
people
who
dyin'
- what
up
ghost?
To
all
my
people
who
dyin'
- what
up
ghost?)
Wade
in
the
water
Wade
in
the
water
children
Wade
in
the
water
God's
gonna
trouble
the
water
Wade
in
the
water
Wade
in
the
water
children
Wade
in
the
water
God's
gonna
trouble
the
water
God's
gonna
trouble
the
water...
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