Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Profhet, 1968, artist - Sho Baraka. Album song The Narrative Expanded, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.10.2016
Record label: Humble Beast
Song language: English
Profhet, 1968 |
| Ya’ll ready? |
| Ok, Marty, we ready! |
| Let’s put it in the red |
| I lost it, I lost it a long time ago |
| I died already, I got one life to go |
| Executives, they put us on the shelf, they say we counterfeit |
| I got the answers but they don’t know what the problem is |
| I fight the power but they want me to dance |
| I do the right thing cause I ain’t Rosie Perez |
| I’m praying «Lord, can you change my position?» |
| As if my position can make for an easy mission |
| I get possessions, they tell me to set 'em free |
| I cancelled, does that mean my possessions they own me? |
| I don’t wanna be pop, I don’t wanna be Pac |
| I wanna be a activist, but I don’t wanna get shot |
| People think that I’m so brave, I’m so afraid |
| I get lost in my own head, I’m so amazed |
| You could choose to be the book or either read about it |
| You could speak about it, be a prophet or just be a product |
| A silver tongue, gold pockets |
| Fat belly, stolen wallets |
| Empty words, loaned knowledge |
| I’m undervalued but I can be a prophet |
| I’m undervalued but I can be a prophet |
| I’m undervalued but I can be a prophet |
| I’m undervalued but I can be a prophet |
| I lose money every time I’m honest |
| Help me find it, I think I’m losing my religion |
| Help me find it, I think I’m losing my religion |
| I think they moved the finish line, I’m losing my position |
| Devil wanna buy my soul, I tell him I’m too expensive |
| My man say he don’t live like an angel much |
| Except for when he’s high off that angel dust |
| Dude said that the church is full of hypocrites |
| I told him find somebody outside the church who was innocent |
| They only throw stones at trees that bear fruits |
| So don’t be shocked when the mob attempts to throw stones at you |
| The ancestors told us we should wake up |
| And when I stop dreaming, failure, we gon' break up |
| Some dream of a Aston Martin |
| I dream of Angela and Martin in the morning marchin' |
| Bringing hope to the homeless, the widows, and the orphans |
| I’m prayin' for revival, tell James to bring his organ |
| A silver tongue, gold pockets |
| Fat belly, stolen wallets |
| Empty words, loaned knowledge |
| I’m undervalued but I can be a prophet |
| I’m undervalued but I can be a prophet |
| I’m undervalued but I can be a prophet |
| I’m undervalued but I can be a prophet |
| I lose money every time I’m honest |
| The shadows try to taunt me |
| They hopin' I fall |
| But I shall not fall |
| And I will not fall |
| You can offer me money |
| You can offer me gold |
| You can’t have my crown |
| You can’t have my soul |
| You can’t have my soul |
| You can’t have my soul |
| So let it go! |