time it is [Children] Uncle Mos? [Mos Def] Yeeesss? [Children] Would you read us a bedtime story please? [Mos Def] Okay, okay. Ya'll tucked in? [Children
Übersetzung: Black Star. Kinder-Story.
it is [Children] Uncle Mos? [Mos Def] Yeeesss? [Children] Would you read us a bedtime story please? [Mos Def] Okay, okay. Ya'll tucked in? [Children
Sing along children Sing along Priest! (Now there's Cain) Who killed Abel over jealousy And this been going on for centuries (So who is he?) Your Condoleezza's, your Oprah Winfrey's
write rhymes you can see It's not just punch lines, it's a movie, it's a movie [sample during chorus: Master Fool] For all the land there's Earth [Killah
the score Oh... I can't take any more I see black flags on factories Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor I see children with vacant stares, destined
Unofficially off brothers who be frosted mentally Black man recognize the science of life It's all you, right and exact, it's actual fact It's all you
we kill eachother Look at our children, what kind of a future This is the training thats gonna be given to you By the Wu, brothers and sisters (The revolution, the revolution) It's
Before we get into this Killa Season Let's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal Who am I? 40 Cal. motherfucker Gat to your back, get down motherfucker
the story She's his only son Annie Christian wanted To be a big star So she moved to Atlanta And she bought a blue car She killed black children And
white, brown, yellow and black color is not restricted you have a self destructive destiny when you're inflicted and you'll be one of God's children
and black colored is not restricted you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top there's
each other? Look at our children, what kind of a future? This is the training that's gonna be given to you By the Wu, brothers and sisters, the revolution, the revolution It's
, to come alive, to survive It's not enough to listen, it's not enough to see When the hurricane is coming on, it's not enough to flee It's not enough
chicks and dream of a paradise without wings or sorrow, Christ's tears fall over Jerusalem. The curtains are groggy with damp, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black
