Black man, born free,
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At least that's the way it's supposed to be
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Chains that bind him are hard to see,
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Unless you take this walk with me
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Place where he lives, it's got plenty of names
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Slum, Ghetto and Black belt, and they're one and the same
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And I call it Soulsville
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Soulsville
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Any kind of job is hard to find,
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That means an increase in the welfare line
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Crime rate is rising too
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If you were hungry, what would you do?
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Rent is two months past due,
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On a building that's falling apart,
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Little boy needs a pair of shoes,
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And this is only a part of life in Soulsville
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Soulsville
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Some of the brothers got plenty of cash,
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Tricks on the corner gonna see to that,
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Some like to smoke and some like to blow,
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Some are even strung out on a $50 Jones
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Some are trying to ditch reality, by getting so high,
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Only to find out, you can never reach the sky,
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When your roots are in Soulsville
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Soulsville
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Every Sunday morning, you can hear the sisters sing
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"Hallelujah, Hallelujah, trust in the Lord to make a way, "
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Oh I hope that He hears their prayers,
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Because deep in their souls they believe,
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That one day He'll put an end
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To all the misery that we have in Soulsville
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