| You hear the whisper in the wind | |
| You hear that | |
| I've come back again | |
| Thought I was dead and gone but my light's still on | |
| And my time is coming | |
| You see I grew up in a hole | |
| Squeezing diamonds out of coals | |
| I'm the 7th son, | |
| I'm the only one | |
| And I'm on the rise | |
| I'm electricity starting to hum | |
| I'm burning brighter than the morning sun | |
| When people try to do as | |
| I, I say let them try | |
| Praise the lord my time is coming | |
| See I cut a swath through the | |
| Poconos And | |
| I paid my dues in the barrios | |
| I have a plan and they say | |
| I can't But yes | |
| I can So no more waiting on the sidelines | |
| And no more hanging on a thin line | |
| Got my leather on and my problems are gone | |
| And my time is coming | |
| Praise the lord my time is coming | |
| Praise the lord my time is coming | |
| So people of the world just take a bow | |
| Cause I used to be hot but | |
| I'm flaming now | |
| So hold on tight with your knuckles white | |
| Cause my time is coming | |
| Praise the lord my time is coming | |
| Praise the lord my time is | |
| Praise the lord my time is | |
| Praise the lord my time is coming |