[Sho Baraka]
Yeah, I feel the pain of a 70’s soul single who just saw the death of one of it’s soul leaders/
I wanna sell records but yet I feel eager to write political tunes that give a certain finger/
To talk to God they told me to climb a mountain/
I’m thirsty for His revelation where’s the colored fountain?/
As grace rains on the concrete garden I guess it’s common sense now that that’s water for chocolate/
Mommas tried to keep their babies off the street police got rap sheets so ya kids gettin beat, beat/
Hit after hit video in the crowd and still not enough evidence/
I’m on my Harriet Tubman maybe my sojourner/
More like Martin Luther the King than Nat Turner/
I roll with a team of newly redeemed sinners that know we have to lose our life to be winners/ (live)
Clouds will come the rain will fall
Sometimes sun won’t shine at all
From pain inside cries will soar
But I’m hopin’ that you hold all things together
[Sho Baraka]
Yeah, every pastor ain’t corrupt, every church don’t suck/
But the people are thinkin’ who will speak for us/
A nation of people who bleach their skin/
Keep fightin’ my bro, you’ll find that peace within/
Or that young brown sister with a pure gold voice/
Or that unborn child who has had no choice/
Third world pains, kids dyin of aids/
Abort a child cuz 2 adults had childish ways/
Pretty offensive - I’m still in the zone/
I have a Chris Rock goal - keep my daughter off the pole/
That’s two-fold - stripping and politickin’/
Cuz to me homie I don’t really see much difference/
Promise a bunch of stuff you never get/
Exit with the same concerns you came in with/
To all my people who grindin - what up tho?/
To all my people who dyin - what up ghost?/
To all my people who grindin - what up tho?/
To all my people who dyin - what up ghost?/
Clouds will come the rain will fall
Sometimes sun won’t shine at all
From pain inside cries will soar
But I’m hopin that you hold all things together
[Sho Baraka]
Born in Alberta, died in Atlanta/
Had 2 parents plus raised by gramma/
Told I was different cuz I spoke with a grammer that was proper/
Cuz my momma tried to raise me with manners/
I’m a lover, I’m a husband, I’m an artist, I’m a father/
I’m a fighter, a believer, I’m an actor, I’m an author/
I ran up son of Adam I’m just lookin for the pardon/
A vegan avoidin the beef that started in the garden/
I’m on my Oscar Grant and invisible children, Jena Six, Rakeem Boyd, I am Bobby Tillman/
I’m on my thief on the cross the prodigal son I was the sheep that was lost/
I’m on my mover and shakers a student of the panthers also learned in the quakers/
I’m on my Zora Neale, Absalom Jones, Harlem renaissance with a Paul Robeson poem/
I’m on my George Washington Carver a humble servant who gave all glory to the Father
I’m on my Rembrandt with a fitted cap, C.S. Lewis if he would ever rap
I’m on my Lord touch down, I love life but you can come back now
I’m on my son of a king, a fresh prince, diverse being, the talented 10th
Wade in the water
Wade in the water
God’s gonna trouble the water
