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Revolution Lyrics - Artist : Franklin, Kirk
The book of revelations, chapter 7, verses 16 and 17
Yes sir! "They shall hunger no more neither shall they thirst anymore!" Preach, preacher "For God shall wipe away..." Yes sir "...every tear from their eyes." Yes sir Get ready for a revolution Come on, come on, come on, come on What you say Listen Do you want a revolution?! Say do you want a revolution?! Come on! Say what Do you want a revolution?! Come on! Do you want a revolution?! Sick and tired of my brothers Killing each other Sick and tired of daddies Leavin' babies with their mothers To every man who wants to lay around And play around Yes sir Listen partner You be man enough to stay around Come on Sick and tired of the church talkin' religion And, yet, we talk about each other, makin' decisions Come on No more racism! No. Two-facism! No. No pollution! No. The solution? A revolution! Come on Yes sir, listen Do you want a revolution?! I say do you want a revolution?! Come on! Yes sir, yes sir, listen Do you want a revolution?! I say do you want a revolution?! No crime! No. No dying! No. Politicians lying, everybody's trying That's right To make a dollar It makes me wanna holler The way they do my life They way they do my life There's gonna be a brighter day Yes sir All your troubles will pass away Hallelujah A revolution's coming Come on Yes it's coming, comin' Come on Revolution's comin Come on, come on, come on Yes it's comin, revolution's comin' coming Listen, listen Do you want a revolution?! I say do you want a revolution?! Come on! Yes sir All my people Do you want a revolution?! I say do you want a revolution?! [Kirk Franklin:] Say what you feelin'? What you want son? Who you callin' to son? You know Jesus is the true son The second in the Trinity I know you feelin' him Five hundred days left until the new millennium You hearing 'em Trumpets crack the sky Christ the last, the first, the first, the last And won't pass So don't be caught slippin' brother Don't be trippin' brother 'Cause when I see 'em You better not be dippin' brother [Darkchild:] Everywhere we go, we say we move too much, we do too much And if you step against us, then you lose to much Ain't no stoppin' what I'm doin' When the spirit movin' Don't be hatin' what I'm doin I'm the vessel he's usin' Say what Everywhere I be they try to judge me They try to shake me, they try to budge me But they can't break me, 'cause I'm down with Christ Darkchild and Nu Nation make ya feel alright Where my east coast saints at? Yes sir, yes sir Where my west coast saints at? Come on Where my Detroit saints at? Come on Where my Dallas saints at? Where my chi-town saints at? Come on Where my ATL saints at? Come on Where my Jersey saints at? Come on Where my uptown saints at? Come on, come on, come on Where my preachers at? With their hands up! Where they got 'em Come on Up, they got their hands up Oh, where my saints at? With their hands up Where they got 'em Up, they got their hands up Oh, where my folk at? With their hands up Where they got 'em Up, they got their hands up Oh, where my people at? With their hands up Where they got 'em Up, they got their hands up Oh, where my people at? With their hands up Oh come on Up, they got their hands up Oh, where my saints at? With their hands up Oh come on Up, they got their hands up Oh, where my saints at? With their hands up Where they got 'em Up, they got their hands up Oh, where my folk at? With their hands up Oh come on Up, they got their hands up Where my DC saints at? Come on Where my Nashville saints at? Where my Houston saints at? Come on Where my Philly saints at? Where my Cleveland saints at? Where my Chi-town saints at? Come on Where my Tampa saints at? Listen Where my Fort Worth saints at? All my real loud saints With their hands up Throw your hands up! Up they got their hands up! All my real loud saints With their hands up Up they got their hands up! Throw your hands up! Throw your hands up! Throw your hands up! All my real loud saints With their hands up Throw your hands up! Up they got their hands up! All my real loud saints With their hands up Throw your hands up! Lift the hands up Up they got their hands up! [Repeat with ad-libs until fade:] Do you want a revolution?! Say do you want a revolution?! Come on! |
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