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Children of the Sun
I heard that they could blaze heiroglyphics into project walls so
they'd survive in their scriptures at death!
And were so dams strong, they trapped the sun in their skin, without
even breaking a sweat!
That they could stir hurricanes with their bones in the ocean,
Mesmerize the whole planet with their rhythmic hip-motion,
And just when their music had you Jazzed to the Blues of the sky,,,
This archangel named Michael proved these people can Fly!
Don't believe me? Peep the sneakers that defy the laws of Jim Crow!
Faster that assassin's bullets, stonger than a lynch rope!
Walk a mile in em', and stroll on the waves of the middle passage and
meet a slave ship named Jesus.
Ask him the secret of the key to humanity's freedom. He'll say the
answer's in the reason that he's captured these heathens...
That the power of the synphony of human kind resides in it's rhythm section,
And it roars like thunder through your back from the hooves of the horse of Nat Turner,
It's simply unforgiveably Black!
Like the space between lifetimes, but with twice the force!
As if our lives are the drum-hit, and death is the pause,
in a rhythm so Gangsta, God's heart skipped beats,
And even made WHITE women lactate FISH GREASE!
Who were these sons of heaven rockin' planets from the slums?
Let me bless you with the Legend of the Children of the Sun...
Who fell from grace into opression. We could rise, but the problem is..
We forgot the fact that we survived our own APOCOLYPSE!
Taken their best shot, forced our opressors to conceal their faces.
The Devil lives, but not nearly as blatantly.
While They need guns, you're starting movements with the movements in Black dances.
Trappin' poverty in your butt-cheeks and crackin' it with a back-spasm!
It's a scene so Black, it'll make your fingernails darken a shade.
And when the walls start to sweat, that's how I know I been changed
Halleluyah, Halleluyah
That's why I'd gladly give my life to get us free from oppressions,
'Cause just by looking at you dance, It gives me memories of heaven!
And it's like watching God's light Shyne through Mohogany claydough.
It lives in every Spirit Born from Panama to Soweto.
Because they could take your essence, no matter what they'd do to ya!
It's burried in you deeper than the Gold-en Nubia,
And Who is This, that Blaze Lyrics in the dace of death for fun?
I am one of them, just as you are. God keep them Children of the Sun!!!
I heard that they could blaze heiroglyphics into project walls so
they'd survive in their scriptures at death!
And were so dams strong, they trapped the sun in their skin, without
even breaking a sweat!
That they could stir hurricanes with their bones in the ocean,
Mesmerize the whole planet with their rhythmic hip-motion,
And just when their music had you Jazzed to the Blues of the sky,,,
This archangel named Michael proved these people can Fly!
Don't believe me? Peep the sneakers that defy the laws of Jim Crow!
Faster that assassin's bullets, stonger than a lynch rope!
Walk a mile in em', and stroll on the waves of the middle passage and
meet a slave ship named Jesus.
Ask him the secret of the key to humanity's freedom. He'll say the
answer's in the reason that he's captured these heathens...
That the power of the synphony of human kind resides in it's rhythm section,
And it roars like thunder through your back from the hooves of the horse of Nat Turner,
It's simply unforgiveably Black!
Like the space between lifetimes, but with twice the force!
As if our lives are the drum-hit, and death is the pause,
in a rhythm so Gangsta, God's heart skipped beats,
And even made WHITE women lactate FISH GREASE!
Who were these sons of heaven rockin' planets from the slums?
Let me bless you with the Legend of the Children of the Sun...
Who fell from grace into opression. We could rise, but the problem is..
We forgot the fact that we survived our own APOCOLYPSE!
Taken their best shot, forced our opressors to conceal their faces.
The Devil lives, but not nearly as blatantly.
While They need guns, you're starting movements with the movements in Black dances.
Trappin' poverty in your butt-cheeks and crackin' it with a back-spasm!
It's a scene so Black, it'll make your fingernails darken a shade.
And when the walls start to sweat, that's how I know I been changed
Halleluyah, Halleluyah
That's why I'd gladly give my life to get us free from oppressions,
'Cause just by looking at you dance, It gives me memories of heaven!
And it's like watching God's light Shyne through Mohogany claydough.
It lives in every Spirit Born from Panama to Soweto.
Because they could take your essence, no matter what they'd do to ya!
It's burried in you deeper than the Gold-en Nubia,
And Who is This, that Blaze Lyrics in the dace of death for fun?
I am one of them, just as you are. God keep them Children of the Sun!!!
