Текст песни Jones Keziah - Prodigal Funk
Jones Keziah - Prodigal Funk слова песни
Ooowee, who to believe?Father`s turned into a childOh Lord have mercy on meOh please look through my eyesLook through my eyes, it`s no surpriseOh why do they treat you badly?When you sleep slaves know they`re freeYour pain is killing meYour shadow weeps in my roomWeeps in my room, you aged too soonAnd now? It`s the prodigal funkNo-one knows where it`s come fromOne wish one last fools wishPlease show the blinded road, the blinded roadAnd then I`ll goOoowe, who to believe?Mothers turned into fearOh Lord have mercy on meTell feeling to pull us near, to pull us nearI promise I won`t compareAnd now? A strangers at my doorOffering me money to say some moreShould I take the gold and run?Or should I play the prodigal funk, the prodigal funkSee me goneUpon your crown of beautiful white hairI cried onMy tears flowed where flowers don`t dareTo lie on or die onBecause they know thatWherever the thruth is bornThe day will comeSome say that black is despairBut you shine onSome say Africa`s going nowhereYou proved them wrong, them wrongCos they know wherever the truth is bornThe day will come, the day will come, the day will come.