D Prosper (ft. Sweet Honey in the rock) - EYE OF PROVIDENCE (ODE) | Текст песни

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• D Prosper (ft. Sweet Honey in the rock)
• EYE OF PROVIDENCE (ODE)

"Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but they are not from you,
And though they are with you they belong not to you.
You can give them your love but not your thoughts,
They have their own thoughts.
They have their own thoughts.
You can house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in a place of tomorrow,
Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You can try to be like them,
But you can not make them just like you..."

So true in this life
You better change

Rest in Peace
Amy, Whitney
And Etta James

The spirit and soul
In this music
It forever rings

You can put that on everything
Produce, create innovate
At the highest level

D-Pros is back
Pimp smack these devils
Snatch the pitchforks
To throw them off the boardwalks
The Empire of the Sun

About to burn down New York
Now being broke
Is the root of all evil
And fools sell heroin and dope
To their own people

I don't get it
I just spit the truth bitch

Think not?
You out your mind,
Newt Gingrich

Who thinks black kids need janitor jobs

That’s bad to the bone marrow
Young pharaoh with tarot cards
Poetic genetic
Manipulation of custodial Gods

I ain't know Prosper got bars,
Plus
He know each soul is bound by the stars

Burn the mic,
Hey, leave the steel charred

Oops upside your head

We just beat all the odds
What’s Beef?
Jan Brewer
With head Nubian in charge?

Ha!
What a mirage,
Your'e Bamboozled

Get out the trap already
Lil’ thugs

Hold your gat steady
Start the revolution
Rest in Peace to Makaveli.