Soul, 1971 Lyrics - Sho Baraka

Fellas I'm ready to get up and do my thing (go ahead) 

I wanna get into it man, you know (go ahead) 

Like I, you know I'm the man, don't you? (go ahead) 

Can I count it off? 

One, two, three, four 

I'm groovin' for the activists and graduates 

I'm an advocate for those feeling abandonment 

In the favelas and slums, the ghetto inhabitants 

It's like 'Can anything good come outta Nazareth?' 

The only thing good came outta Nazareth 

(This is the groove, tell me, can you handle it?) 

Yeah I'm schooled in the ways of runaway slaves 

I'm brave, I'm unchained, I'm Frederick Douglass with a fade 

I kidnapped greatness and left no ransom 

I'm the grandson of Muhammed Ali, but more handsome 

The solar cat call away with our dancing 

Call me Eve before I show my fruit, let me get at 'em 

Picking up the pieces in a world that's fallen 

They imprisoned by ignorance, I'm begging your pardon 

I'm charming, I am George Washington Carver in a garden 

With some food, but some prefer starving 

The LP is sold out, yeah I'm missing the bargain 

The industry is Walmart, they missing the target 

Suited for success, bow ties and top hats 

If greatness had a score this is the soundtrack 

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Oh lord 

Oh lord 

Oh lord 

Oh lord 

Come on now 

I'm the man ain't I? (you the man) 

I'm the man ain't I? (you the man) 

I will not keep on losing 

I'ma keep on grooving 

I'm the man ain't I? (you the man) 

I'm the man ain't I? (you the man) 

I will not keep on losing (hell naw) 

The finish line keeps on moving 

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I'm grooving for a Coltrane and Athanasius 

Bonhoeffer and Harlem 

Now, you speaking my language 

I'm contagious, educated and dangerous 

(I've been running for my life but I don't know where the race is) 

If you've never seen a frown you'll never love a smile 

Only insecure boys, they fighting for a crown 

You never been a servant, then you'll never be a king 

Woke up in two thousand and fifteen like you've never had a dream 

Bad schools, bad food, bad predatory lenders 

Bad debt, no investment, just mandatory spenders 

On spinners, on spinners, need something on spinners 

Churches ain't saving they just decorating sinners 

When the liquor store is your neighbour, they'll probably grow up a drunk 

When the courts keep you from court you'll probably learn to dunk 

They took the cheese and they put it in the trap 

I got a gift from the Lord so maybe I should rap 

Yeah, I know poor is a state of mind 

Huh, and I'm tryna cross the border line 

In due time, you gon' learn to love me 

No matter what you do, you can't take the groove from me 

I'm the man ain't I? (you the man) 

I'm the man ain't I? (you the man) 

Yeah 

I'm the man ain't I? (you the man) 

I'm the man ain't I? (you the man) 

I'll keep on moving, I'll keep on 

If you wanna be 

Oh lord (good god) 

Oh lord (groovy) 

Oh lord (funky) 

Oh lord