[Intro: JK] Ten spyte van ons lyding en in die midde van ons pyn Staan daar een wat bekend is met lyding En Hy's gewilling om vir ons te genees: Jesus Christus [Verse 1: Sho Baraka] Yeah, I feel the pain of a 70's soul singer Who just saw the d**h of one of its 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) [Hook] 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 [Verse 2: Sho Baraka] Yeah, every pastor ain't corrupt, every church don't s** 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? [Hook] 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 [Verse 3: Sho Baraka] Born in Alberta, died in Atlanta Had 2 parents plus raised by grandma Told I was different cuz I spoke with a grammar 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 And 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 [Outro] (To all my people who grindin' - what up tho'? To all my people who grindin' - what up tho'? To all my people who dyin' - what up ghost? To all my people who dyin' - what up ghost?) Wade in the water Wade in the water children Wade in the water God's gonna trouble the water Wade in the water Wade in the water children Wade in the water God's gonna trouble the water God's gonna trouble the water