[r. prophet]
welcome
[chorus 4x - nappy roots]
war/peace, cand'mon nappy
love/lust, now say it, roots
[r. prophet]
i got a telegram from a pelican
said in the clouds last night she got higher then sheand's ever been
seen shuttles and huddles, hard rocks and war bombs
in real life our words in distorted sound
coke and henand' mix, guitar jimi hendrix
smokes and blunts but this is my experience
the worldand's corrupt, how can i defend it?
need more love, thatand's why i have to send it
[b. stille]
know what it is when you really tryin to be somethin
but in your minds you really canand't find nothin
but am i wrong if a preacher canand't reach me?
or am i dumb cause a teacher canand't teach me?
iand'm too black for this world here to bleach me
iand'm too much hell for this heaven here to keep me
but you can beat me, slander me, cancel me
but see iand'm real so you still gotta answer me
[chorus]
[skinny deville]
the thought of all destruction, man ainand't nothin gonna last
i feel the pain and sufferin, the system done collapsed
wood is burnin, big constructionand's burnin, holdin on a pass
shattered glass the aftermath, tragic death is on the trail
empty shells, the ghettoand's extinct, thereand's heaven and thereand's hell
burnin souls, the opposite of peace for 7 million years
started livin well, self-esteem, been lovin with myself
itand's time for revolution, get yoand' gauge and bullets off the shelf
because itand's war
[ron clutch]
because the end is almost here but i done been here before
so i havenand't any fear for i trust in the lord
when i die nobody cry, nobody shed not a tear
in the middle of the floor pour out your liquor and your beer
iand'm still witcha, you can hear me loud and clearly
when iand'm howlin at the moon (whoooooo)
mama heard me freestylin in the womb
heard me battlin the beat of her heart when it boom
iand'm born again, iand'm free! iand'm nappy to my roots!
[chorus]
[big v]
do it, cand'mon, cand'mon, yeah!
do it, cand'mon, cand'mon, yeah!
do it, cand'mon, cand'mon, yeah!
do it, do it, do it, do it!
[b. stille]
rich man purchased a poor one
this land versus a fore run
either you with us or for and'em
pistols and missiles got and'em just to wage war on
it ainand't safe even in oregon
each mourn, then thereand's more gone
bloodshed filthy as the money it pours on
the guilty hand washes the sore one
king james boxin a quand'ran
the officials are morons, canand't trust no one
[big v]
but if the whinos donand't know it, the streets wonand't repeat it
if it ainand't adverse, then the reverend wonand't preach it
represent the slums, the misfits and have-nots
buddy we had not, born in a bad spot
[chorus]
