Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come A Long Way, artist - Tanya Stephens. Album song Rebelution, in the genre Регги
Date of issue: 28.08.2006
Record label: VP
Song language: English
Come A Long Way |
So we come a long way from the chains and the cane fields |
A long way from the back o' the bus |
Shoulda brought along a little map for the travelling |
Seems we’ve come a long way from us |
Squander our money waiting on reparation, |
never make plans for retirement day |
Who’s to be blamed for our lack of preparation now we done spent every dime of |
our pay |
On big pimping, flossing every dollar |
we’ve got on the much less fortunate |
Small thinking got us bound tighter |
than the chains that we try to forget |
Tell me now malcom, do we hurt you pride? |
Can you hear me now rosa, |
was it worth the ride? |
Can you see me now marcus |
we’re still not unified, no we’re not |
So tell me now martin, is this why you died? |
So we’ve come a long way from picking cotton, many never thought they’d live to |
see the day when bush pick rice But if all you’ve become is another house nigga |
baby tell me was it worth all the sacrifice |
Get outa my way while i climb to the top now but be sure to catch me if i fall |
from grace |
Cause heaven forbid |
if what i chase should reject me |
You know i’m gonna need a warm black embrace |
We used to stack guns, prepare for revolution |
Was the only way of getting wrong put right |
Now we think all our problems |
can be solved with shooting |
And we’ve forgot why we started to fight |
Tell me now malcom, do we hurt you pride? |
Can you hear me now rosa, |
was it worth the ride? |
Can you see me now marcus |
we’re still not unified, no we’re not |
So tell me now martin, is this why you died? |
So we belittle we bredda so we can seem bigger |
Now we so damn proud fi call we self nigga |
And being a bad man is good thing |
Now being a good man is a bad thing |
So it’s rich or poor, black or white |
Sit and be trampled or get up and fight |
After so many years it’s still hard to adjust |
Even when the front is empty we still move to the back of the bus |
Tell me now malcom, do we hurt you pride? |
Can you hear me now rosa, |
was it worth the ride? |
Can you see me now marcus |
we’re still not unified, no we’re not |
So tell me now martin, is this why you died? |