[Verse 1: Sho Baraka]
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Yeah, I feel the pain of a 70's soul single
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Who just saw the death of one of its soul leaders
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I wanna sell records but yet I feel eager
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To write political tunes that give a certain finger
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To talk to God they told me to climb a mountain
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I'm thirsty for His revelation, where's the colored fountain?
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As grace rains on the concrete garden
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I guess it's common sense now that that's water for chocolate
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Mommas tried to keep their babies off the street
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Police got rap sheets so ya kids gettin' beat, beat
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Hit after hit video in the crowd and still not enough evidence
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I'm on my Harriet Tubman maybe my sojourner
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More like Martin Luther the King than Nat Turner
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I roll with a team of newly redeemed sinners
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That know we have to lose our life to be winners (live)
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[Hook]
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Clouds will come the rain will fall
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Sometimes sun won't shine at all
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From pain inside cries will soar
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But I'm hopin' that you hold all things together
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[Verse 2: Sho Baraka]
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Yeah, every pastor ain't corrupt, every church don't suck
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But the people are thinkin', who will speak for us?
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A nation of people who bleach their skin
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Keep fightin' my bro, you'll find that peace within
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Or that young brown sister with a pure gold voice
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Or that unborn child who has had no choice
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Third world pains, kids dyin' of aids
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Abort a child cuz 2 adults had childish ways
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Pretty offensive - I'm still in the zone
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I have a Chris Rock goal - keep my daughter off the pole
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That's two-fold - stripping and politickin'
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Cuz to me homie I don't really see much difference
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Promise a bunch of stuff you never get
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Exit with the same concerns you came in with
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To all my people who grindin' - what up tho'?
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To all my people who dyin' - what up ghost?
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To all my people who grindin' - what up tho'?
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To all my people who dyin' - what up ghost?
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[Hook]
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Clouds will come the rain will fall
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Sometimes sun won't shine at all
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From pain inside cries will soar
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But I'm hopin' that you hold all things together
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[Verse 3: Sho Baraka]
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Born in Alberta, died in Atlanta
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Had 2 parents plus raised by grandma
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Told I was different cuz I spoke with a grammar that was proper
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Cuz my momma tried to raise me with manners
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I'm a lover, I'm a husband, I'm an artist, I'm a father
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I'm a fighter, a believer, I'm an actor, I'm an author
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I ran up son of Adam, I'm just lookin' for the pardon
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A vegan avoidin' the beef that started in the garden
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I'm on my Oscar Grant and invisible children,
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Jena Six, Rakeem Boyd, I am Bobby Tillman
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I'm on my thief on the cross the prodigal son
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And I was the sheep that was lost
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I'm on my mover and shakers a student of the panthers
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Also learned in the quakers
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I'm on my Zora Neale, Absalom Jones,
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Harlem renaissance with a Paul Robeson poem
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I'm on my George Washington Carver
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A humble servant who gave all glory to the Father
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I'm on my Rembrandt with a fitted cap, C.S. Lewis if he would ever rap
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I'm on my Lord touch down, I love life but you can come back now
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I'm on my son of a king, a fresh prince, diverse being, the talented 10th
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[Outro]
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(To all my people who grindin' - what up tho'?
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To all my people who grindin' - what up tho'?
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To all my people who dyin' - what up ghost?
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To all my people who dyin' - what up ghost?)
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Wade in the water
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Wade in the water children
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Wade in the water
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God's gonna trouble the water
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Wade in the water
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Wade in the water children
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Wade in the water
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God's gonna trouble the water
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God's gonna trouble the water...
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Chapter 1: Bethesda
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Sho Baraka |