Some of the rich men get their riches from the ghetto As far as I can see All the poor ones, that live in the ghetto They put all their trust in vanity And that's why, the rich ones shall be richer And the poor ones shall be poorer That's how it goes, that's where it's at You must first see the kingdom of Zion Then all things will be hurried unto you You will never want, hungering or thirsting You will feed off this cup of life And then you will weep no more Know that it's God and God and God alone That set us free from our misery Really set us free You sick with your soul brother You sick with your soul sister I say, you wrong with my God It's not my God, wrong with you You sick with your soul brother You sick with your love sister I say, you wrong with my God It's not my God, wrong with you You must first sit in the kingdom of Zion Then all things, will be hurried unto you You will never want, hungering or thirsting You will feed off this cup of life And then you will know yourself And know that it's love and purity, that set us free That set us free from all this misery Hey! I'm from the ghetto People living in the ghetto Let me sing it to you Can you hear what I say? That's how it goes As far as I can see © UNIVERSAL-SONGS OF POLYGRAM INT'L; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com