I been workin' all day, hmmm 'til the sun go downBack hurt, feet hurt, but I still got to workWho gonna save me? Hmmm, break every chain, hmmmTake me away from this place and leave me awayRunnin' like I know they comin' for meI'm 'bout to spill enough blood to fill the red seaFear no evil, 'bout to set my people all freeIf they crucify me, that's just what it's gon' beBlack Moses, Moses, woah nowKill 'em all, that's the minimal, only way to fend 'em offLeave 'em sittin' at death's door, proper way to send 'em offThey'll just beat me 'til the sin is off or my skin is offSome tried to run, they got tracked down, now our limit's offI'm just tryna find the North, let the stars design the courseHope the mud can hide my scent, pray the night can slow they horseGot me shackled up in chains, even made me change my nameBut they couldn't trap my mind, this cry for freedom ain't in vainSee they taught us half the story, didn't know we came from gloryYears ago we was kings before the boats came and lured meWoo, gotta keep runnin', gotta keep runnin'Yah, cause they keep gunnin', and they keep comin'Runnin' like I know they comin' for meI'm 'bout to spill enough blood to fill the red seaFear no evil, 'bout to set my people all freeIf they crucify me, that's just what it's gon' beBlack Moses, Moses, woah nowSlaves, on the North side of PhillyWhere they tell their mamasAnd go spend that money they made on designerWe shoot at our brothers but run from the coppasIn front of Your Honor, beggin' for freedomIf freedom got free in it, why it ain't free then?We go get a lawyer, a liar, that's descentTo meet with the District Attorney agreementLike "take it or leave it, leave it or take it"If we finna take it, I'm finna go straight for the win(Winnin', winnin', winnin')We started as slaves, we came up from nothin'If I could live twice, I would do it againAgain and again, 'gain and again, huhWho gon' love your momma on them drugsLittle babies that was never lovedSo they run into the corner storeQuarter water only time they get a hugGet some coca, only time they get some workSay that it be poppin' on the firstHe was poppin' when he had the money'Til they popped him, now he ridin' in a hearseThis is real shit, nigga, not a versePeople really, really outta workKids starving somethin gotta workPreacher even trappin' out the churchPut them shackles on my arm and legAll them days made my body hurtLocked my brothers all up in the cageSo we turn to prayer, hoping God will workRunnin' like I know they comin' for meI'm 'bout to spill enough blood to fill the red seaFear no evil, 'bout to set my people all freeIf they crucify me, that's just what it's gon' beBlack Moses, Moses, woah now
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