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Black man, born free |
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At least that's the way it's supposed to be |
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Chains that binds him are hard to see |
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Unless you take this walk with me |
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Place where he lives is God plenty of names |
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Slums, ghetto and black belt, they are one and the same |
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And I call it "Soulsville" |
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Any kind of job is hard to find |
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That means an increase in the welfare line |
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Crime rate is rising too |
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If you are hungry, what would you do? |
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Rent is two months past due and the building that's falling apart |
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Little boy needs a pair of shoes and this is only a part of Soulsville |
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Some of the brothers' got plenty of cash |
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Tricks on the corner, gonna see to that |
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Some like to smoke and some like to blow |
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Some are even strung out on a fifty dollar Jones |
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Some are trying to ditch reality by getting so high |
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Only to find out you can never touch the sky |
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'Cause your hoods are in Soulsville, oh yeah |
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Every Sunday morning, I can hear the old sisters say |
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Hallelujah, Hallelujah, trust in the Lord to make a way, oh yeah |
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I hope that He hear their prayers 'cause deep in their souls they believe |
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Someday He'll put an end to all this misery that we have in Soulsville |
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Oh yeah, Soulsville, Soulsville, Soulsville, Soulsville, Soulsville |
