| Mist rising on the horizon
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| Listenin" with my ears and listenin" with my eyes and
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| Listenin" until we’ve ridden the mud from the parasite
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| Listenin" until our hearts start to glisten, realize
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| Share the vision and my rhythms and we’ll melt the ice
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| Start sizzlin", spilling from the ceiling, prayer dripping drizzling
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| Close to the broken-heart, them crushed in spirit
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| Redeem the soul of your servant
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| Seek his, pursue it
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| Keep the sparkle in your eyes
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| Oh you know, we’re not gon die
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| Like flyin"
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| Soul times for the times when we’ll stay unified
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| The eyes of Has hem are to the righteous and he hears their
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| Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby
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| Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby
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| Jerusalem breathes, bringin" me ease from the Brooklyn squeeze
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| Dirty Babylon I’ll bring ya down to ya knees
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| Track ya like a lion, leave me be
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| When they come with their disease to drag us into the street
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| My law’s still pure, you can’t take that from me
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| 3000 years until this last century
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| Impossible to break the seal of the High Priest
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| Yo, I say the branches on the trees gon bow to these
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| Swaying to the melodies
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| Craving for the slaves to bring redemption please
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| I am you, you are me
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| No more leaders, we must flea
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| We want see God in our enemy |