作曲 : David, Dugan, Miller Mist rising on the horizon Listenin' with my ears and listenin' with my eyes and Listenin' until we've ridden the mud from the parasite Listenin' until our hearts start to glisten, realize Share the vision and my rhythms and we'll melt the ice Start sizzlin', spilling from the ceiling, bread dripping drizzling Close to the broken-heart, them crushed in spirit Redeem the soul of your servant Seek his, pursue it Keep the sparkle in your eyes Oh you know, we're not gon die Like flyin' Soul times for the times when we'll stay unified The eyes of Has hem are to the righteous and he hears their
Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby
Jerusalem breathes, bringin' me ease from the Brooklyn squeeze, Dirty boppin' and a bring ya down to ya knees Track ya like a lion, leave me be When they come with their disease to drag us into the street, My law's still pure, you can't take that from me, 3000 years until this last century, Impossible to break the seal of the High Priest, Yo, I say the branches on the trees gon bow to these Swaying to the melodies Craving for the slaves to bring redemption please I am you, you are me No more leaders, we must flea We want see God in our enemy,
作曲 : David, Dugan, Miller Mist rising on the horizon Listenin' with my ears and listenin' with my eyes and Listenin' until we've ridden the mud from the parasite Listenin' until our hearts start to glisten, realize Share the vision and my rhythms and we'll melt the ice Start sizzlin', spilling from the ceiling, bread dripping drizzling Close to the broken-heart, them crushed in spirit Redeem the soul of your servant Seek his, pursue it Keep the sparkle in your eyes Oh you know, we're not gon die Like flyin' Soul times for the times when we'll stay unified The eyes of Has hem are to the righteous and he hears their
Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby
Jerusalem breathes, bringin' me ease from the Brooklyn squeeze, Dirty boppin' and a bring ya down to ya knees Track ya like a lion, leave me be When they come with their disease to drag us into the street, My law's still pure, you can't take that from me, 3000 years until this last century, Impossible to break the seal of the High Priest, Yo, I say the branches on the trees gon bow to these Swaying to the melodies Craving for the slaves to bring redemption please I am you, you are me No more leaders, we must flea We want see God in our enemy,
