| I been workin' all day, hmmm 'til the sun go down
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| Back hurt, feet hurt, but I still got to work
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| Who gonna save me? |
| Hmmm, break every chain, hmmm
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| Take me away from this place and leave me work
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| Runnin' like I know they comin' for me
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| I’m 'bout to spill enough blood to fill the red sea
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| Fear no evil, 'bout to set my people all free
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| If they crucify me, that’s just what it’s gon' be
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| Black Moses, Moses, woah now
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| Black Moses, Moses, woah now
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| Black Moses, Moses, woah now
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| Black Moses, Moses, woah now
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| Kill 'em, that’s the minimal, only way to fend 'em off
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| Leave 'em sittin' at death’s door, proper way to send 'em off
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| They’ll just beat me 'til the sin is off or my skin is off
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| Some tried to run, they got tracked down, now our limit’s off
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| I’m just tryna find the North, let the stars design the course
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| Hope the mud can hide my scent, pray the night can slow they horse
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| Got me shackled up in chains, even made me change my name
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| But they couldn’t trap my mind, this cry for freedom ain’t in vain
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| See they taught us half the story, didn’t know we came from glory
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| Years ago we was kings before the boats came and load me
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| Woo, gotta keep runnin', gotta keep runnin'
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| Yeah cause they keep gunnin', and they keep comin'
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| Runnin' like I know they comin' for me
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| I’m 'bout to spill enough blood to fill the red sea
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| Fear no evil, 'bout to set my people all free
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| If they crucify me, that’s just what it’s gon' be
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| Black Moses, Moses, woah now
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| Black Moses, Moses, woah now
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| Black Moses, Moses, woah now
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| Black Moses, Moses, woah now
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| Slaves, on the North side of Philly
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| Where they tell their mamas
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| And go spend that money they made on designer
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| We shoot at our brothers but run from the coppas
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| In front of your honor
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| Beggin' for freedom, if freedom got free in it
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| Why it ain’t free than
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| We go get a lawyer, a liar, that’s descent to meet with the District Attorney
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| agreement
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| Like take it or leave it, leave it or take it
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| If we for the takin
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| I’m finna go straight for the win, (winnin', winnin', winnin')
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| We started as slaves, we came up from nothin'
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| If I could live twice, I’d do it again
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| Again and again, again and again
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| Who gon' love your momma on them drugs
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| Little babies that was never loved
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| So they run into the corner store
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| Quarter water only time they get a hug
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| Get some cocoa, only time they get some work
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| Say that it be poppin' on the first
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| He was poppin' when he had the money
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| 'Til they popped him, now he ridin' in a hearse
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| This is real shit, nigga, not a verse
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| People really, really outta work
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| Kids starving somethin gotta work
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| Preacher even trappin' out the church
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| Put them shackles on my arm and leg
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| All them days made my body hurt
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| Locked my brothers all up in the cage
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| So we turn to prayer, hoping God will work
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| Runnin' like I know they comin' for me
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| I’m 'bout to spill enough blood to fill the red sea
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| Fear no evil, 'bout to set my people all free
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| If they crucify me, that’s just what it’s gon' be
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| Black Moses, Moses, woah now
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| Black Moses, Moses, woah now
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| Black Moses, Moses, woah now
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| Black Moses, Moses, woah now |