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The sun slapped me last night - Rippled me to the edge of earth Where angels fly with broken wings and love with shattered hearts Moonwalk in their minds to the sounds of teardrops Beating Michael and Marley, Mayfield and Marvin Rest in peace What’s going on? You can’t teach soul like that You can’t get this funk not to stink So you just better breathe deep And rock your head Move your hips Find God in the drum Revolution in the bass And make freedom look sexy tonight The sun slapped me last night - Rippled me to the edge of earth Where angels resurrect newspaper clippings with God In the time before times When Halos shined through clouds like north stars to freedom Guided by the sounds of our flesh cutting through air Listening to the words of ancestors beating against our skin Using scars on backs as maps We dream of better places Where history remembers our name and the future’s born in our favour So one time for the brothers and sisters in school Challenging rules for better tomorrows Fighting traditions and yesterdays Serpent tongues and false smiles You are evolution in tears and sweat You are everything they read about but are too afraid to see: The beating at the protest The innocent man behind bars The pain of the verdict after the cops kill a brother Or stick him with a plunger Ask your questions Demand your answers Do not let them fade your soul So two times for the preachers not scared to preach the truth Standing tall in ghettos, praying God blows his Breath around these parts Cause summertime heat has folk feeling violent Saying it’s just too hot to believe God cares So they bottle their frustration in beers And wait to see those eyes Feel that gaze Something Lord, make me a sign Let me know you still care! The sun slapped me last night - Rippled me to the edge of earth Where forgotten angels are ready for repatriation Too proud to cry, so they fish fry On corners and stoops Backyards and barbershops Arguing the world isn’t round For we are the children of her dark corners You will not fade our soul I surrendered my beliefs And found myself at the tree of life Injecting my story into the veins of leaves Only to find that stories like forests Are subject to seasons
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