Prophets/Profits

Duration

3:30

Genres

Alternative Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

we losing prophets in the name of profit, dollars and cents promise of greener grass has got us hopin' the fence but if you focus all your vision, gaze off in the dist unfazed still remain eternal optimists rockin' a fist, each Tommie Smiths in individual ways just everyday people whom in each and every way heeded what Mary say, plus Peter and Paul to plant a seed and sit back like a cedar grow tall fall, spring from the winter, bring from our mentors lessons learned and turned into a current day venture centered on the sense that everybody is a star expect better than when on the course to play par are we a distinct entities or does this energy connect each of us edges blurred by the symphony speak simply a sense of sympathy i try to break down the fence and take a stand like Sly we losing prophets in the name of profit, dollars and cents promise of greener grass has got us hopin' the fence but if you focus all your vision, gaze off in the dist unfazed still remain eternal optimists call it a tryst that's gone and been scheduled by fate searching for strength to go and just carry the weight whats on our plate is more than just a flash or a fad a fact of nature: what faced our parents intact in the back where its dark but spark like a live wire still music inspires, desire to take you higher like a friar dedicated to his call we all feel love, hate, compassion, compulsion, its all real all kneel to the strength of the spirit of people power inside us all that rivals that of a regal feel the weight that is love begin to motivate movement as the truth echoes through come on and dance to the music