Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wade in the Water, artist - Dr. John. Album song Dr. John Plays Mac Rebennack The Legendary Sessions V. 1, in the genre Джаз
Date of issue: 07.10.2002
Record label: Clean Cuts
Song language: English
Wade in the Water |
So much potential in this world, a women that grew up from a girl now gives |
life. |
Take a bullet for her in that same night. |
Hundreds march minus Leonidas bullets take flight. |
Len bias is an example of how our youth dies. |
Ben Wilson embodied as the truth in our two eyes, 2 shots, then I get cold feet |
before the sun rise. |
Same situation in a badwagon freedom seeking. |
There was a time when you came together for the right reasons and escaping out |
of a world of backlases and not eating. |
So meet by the water. |
Let me go white demons! |
Last thought was moses when they applied treason. |
The miracle of spreading the river. |
How you figa I’m a nigga. |
Am I an enigma, black as a gorilla. |
Please women give birth to a new life, but first lets escape into the stars |
this very night. |
They looking in the bushes, moving fruit flies. |
be silent as the tears dry. |
Fuck it I know my people a love to be uplifted. |
Finally I get it. |
That they rather see us as entertainers. |
Instead of artistic painters or innovators. |
Is there a black steve jobs. |
Are there any partakers? |
Here’s the disclaimer. |
Slaves of the mind, procrastinators. |
Where’s the prosecutors when they test our patient. |
Ain’t no justice or just fits for prior cases. |
My country failed me when I thought we finanlly made it. |
Now I’m waiting by the water put my trust in strangers. |
People I didn’t know a year ago, like I thank you later, the future is born |
immature. |
I need an incubator. |
Don’t abrivate my life, nomenclature. |
The skeletons of my ancestors still remains and the ashes of emmit til washed |
in the rain and yet my hands are still tied, lil wayne. |
Willie lynchs psychology is imprinted in my membrane. |
How can I establish my schmatics before relapsing. |
The avalanches blocking my passage no hourglasses. |
Back full of cicatrice, k-9 mismatches. |
Barks echoing through overpasses. |
Seen death coming like pharohs in a gold casket. |
In Vietnam they filled us with heroine. |
Fiends in the hood shouting over the intercom, where crack is shaped like a |
Pentagon. |
Found a pot to piss in cause im feeling numb. |
Kids serving adults like a homeless shelter. |
seen my dad smoke it now selling it to make my life better. |
Crack music like my life is an acoustic found flaws in the rubric like I’m the |
only black student. |
Not talking for your amusement, are minds have been polluted, they treat us |
like we are mutants, black soldiers aren’t saluted, are meaning is so |
translucent, in the eyes of the bluest, straight Judas in the blueprint, |
the memories of kings and Queens buried in the ruins, fuck us we only human. |
Though our skills are proven, they pat on the back call it the Patrick Ewing. |
Through our evolution, those who helped, only met execution. |
Now we stand to get our schooling, only to be denied a job so many excuses, |
fueling up a jet to repopulate China, if my freedom was so free why are taxes |
getting hiya. |
Found heaven in a woman North to south her Carolina. |
We forge fire out of her mouth, the voice of mariah. |
They sell us short Nick Cannon call a cease fire, now our wives leave us for |
paler skins and the dna of a monkeys saliva, they want children out of our |
women’s vagina, black equals survivors, straight hair on it, there’s a |
Columbian supplier. |
When you thought this country was bias, a bunch of liars, if you came from the |
hood we just replicate the outsiders. |
Stand up for everything and lie down for nothing, even when I’m fucking, |
put the P before the U like a Republican, once you fuck up yo life ain’t no |
mulligan. |
Can only do a 180 when police cuffin. |
Handwritten that they saw me doing something. |
Associated cause my skin tinted, inaugurated and I’m still different, |
they got sun burned and made black children, so I guess the facts are still |
hidden, in my opinion, these new editions are full of fiction. |
My attempts are futile? |
Stop bitchin! |
We was supposed to live in hills and pick cotton, even when we fall at war, |
we’re still forgotten, i keep running forward, I’m a titan, Chris Johnson. |
They leave us out to dry, and i ain’t speaking jargon. |
To them are freedom aint nothing, they own everything and use us to get rich, |
you work hard might get a tenth, you walk by then thinking you mixed, |
and they would treat you as equals, instead they treat you like shit. |
Entrapped in prism, i got the rhythm, if i don’t dance or rap, i get caught in |
the system. |
Catching a case will stop my momentum. |
Kill someone in self defense and they the victim. |