gospel?

歌詞

God will make a way God will make a way Oh, yes, he will Uh, make believe, mustard seed Move the mountain, assume the outcome is safety and permanent housing I run with a falcon, a tree spotter taught me accountin' I'm 'bout to get these white people caught up, in they bed of lies Webster dictionary cries, colonize the native tongue Missionary bible belt, motherland overrun My gun heavy, I'm about to unload This is a ode to Haiti, Mozambique, Martinique, Trinidad, Grenada Wherever black people sleep, pray for them Pray for me, pray for me, pray for me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The storm will come, but best believe The sun will shine So if we put up a fight Everything will be just fine I'm not gon' lie I'm not surprised to hear The Fugees is FBI We were weaponized Tell my niggas expect TECs and expect the best disguise Can't eat the food due to special effects of the pesticides Traded in our fears of a white god in exchange for eternal pride This Kalashnikov kill crackers Banana mags, send his ass back to the Caucasus mountains Controlled burns got me forewarned about water fountains For four Os, I'll get you forwards Not you movin' backwards, see This mean G-O-D givin' orders directly Gainin' obsessive decadence, gettin' over depressions Gifted open develop while givin' hope in these lessons I tend to spoken aggressions Don't need no scope, no compressor My voice be my only weapon Bidness for black women and children only, like rose water Except I left no one behind and didn't need a cracker to do it Creatin' a path of safe passage to through it Baby, my black is the truest You pray for me, I pray for you back to imbue it The storm will come, well best believe The sun will shine So if we put up a fight Everything will be just fine We go through the ups and downs and in and outs That's just life But if we put up a fight Everything will be just fine We're gonna be just fine (Just fine) Oh, fine (Oh, just fine) Oh, oh (Just fine) Oh, oh, oh (Oh, just fine) I know we will be just fine If we keep on pushin' If we keep on pushin' I remember stadiums so packed The trees outside the gates heavy with black joy Just to get a glimpse of the comrades Our boys back from the bush The crowd sway to the gospel of liberation Poised for revolution Little red book in my father's breast pocket, the ground shook History movin' under foot, I was on his shoulders on tenterhooks The leader spoke slow and focused, powerful pauses Flanked by soldiers with dead eyes The sun catch his wire rimmed glasses Told him roll the boulder, lo and behold Lazarus was alive Squintin' in the light, stinking of death Mouth dry, red dust, a ghoulish prize They never say what happened after, no surprise Coulda guessed what happened to us But at the time, mesmerized by MiG-23s in the sky Sonic boomin' I'll never forget the rush of pride Women ululatin', men drunk Strong spirits, duelin' drums The calloused thumbs of mbira players The ride home at dusk Faring students and strangers Feelin' like we won Road blocks manned by mere boys Wide smiles and long black guns