Profhet, 1968 Lyrics - Sho Baraka

Ya'll ready? Ok, Marty, we ready! 

Let's put it in the red 

I lost it, I lost it a long time ago 

I died already, I got one life to go 

Executives, they put us on the shelf, they say we counterfeit 

I got the answers but they don't know what the problem is 

I fight the power but they want me to dance 

I do the right thing cause I ain't Rosie Perez 

I'm praying "Lord, can you change my position?" 

As if my position can make for an easy mission 

I get possessions, they tell me to set 'em free 

I cancelled, does that mean my possessions they own me? 

I don't wanna be pop, I don't wanna be Pac 

I wanna be a activist, but I don't wanna get shot 

People think that I'm so brave, I'm so afraid 

I get lost in my own head, I'm so amazed 

You could choose to be the book or either read about it 

You could speak about it, be a prophet or just be a product 

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A silver tongue, gold pockets 

Fat belly, stolen wallets 

Empty words, loaned knowledge 

I'm undervalued but I can be a prophet 

I'm undervalued but I can be a prophet 

I'm undervalued but I can be a prophet 

I'm undervalued but I can be a prophet 

I lose money every time I'm honest 

Help me find it, I think I'm losing my religion 

Help me find it, I think I'm losing my religion 

I think they moved the finish line, I'm losing my position 

Devil wanna buy my soul, I tell him I'm too expensive 

My man say he don't live like an angel much 

Except for when he's high off that angel dust 

Dude said that the church is full of hypocrites 

I told him find somebody outside the church who was innocent 

They only throw stones at trees that bear fruits 

So don't be shocked when the mob attempts to throw stones at you 

The ancestors told us we should wake up 

And when I stop dreaming, failure, we gon' break up 

Some dream of a Aston Martin 

I dream of Angela and Martin in the morning marchin' 

Bringing hope to the homeless, the widows, and the orphans 

I'm prayin' for revival, tell James to bring his organ 

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A silver tongue, gold pockets 

Fat belly, stolen wallets 

Empty words, loaned knowledge 

I'm undervalued but I can be a prophet 

I'm undervalued but I can be a prophet 

I'm undervalued but I can be a prophet 

I'm undervalued but I can be a prophet 

I lose money every time I'm honest 

The shadows try to taunt me 

They hopin' I fall 

But I shall not fall 

And I will not fall 

You can offer me money 

You can offer me gold 

You can't have my crown 

You can't have my soul 

You can't have my soul 

You can't have my soul 

So let it go!