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  • Brian Elder – Carry On This Mighty Water lyrics

    “Carry On This Mighty Water”

    Missourah, Mississippi River
    Missourah, Mississippi River

    Idle hands would beg the task,
    Give us cause to build this land,
    Raise a bridge so we may pass,
    There’s no place that we shall not go.

    Missourah, Mississippi River
    Missourah, Mississippi River

    Crossroads spun our lives away,
    Some bartered fortune for fame,
    But, there is no price we would not pay,
    To put this city back the same.

    Carry on this mighty water,
    To the place I call home,
    Break these rocks and free her heart beat,
    The time has come for her to show,
    And let this river flow.

    Our pain still cuts to the bone,
    Lay down these passions of blame,
    Lay down these reasons for shame,
    We share in these waters the same.

    There’s an arch beyond these shores,
    A comfort in the blues we share,
    A history we can restore,
    This is the moment we dare,
    This is the moment we dare.

    Carry on this mighty water,
    To the place I call home,
    Break these rocks and free her heart beat,
    The time has come for her to show,
    And let this river…

    Carry on this mighty water,
    To the place I call home,
    Break these rocks and free her heart beat,
    The time has come for her to show,
    And let this river flow.

    Missourah, Mississippi River,
    Missourah, Mississippi River


  • Game & Marsha Ambrosius – Sins Of Our Fathers (The Birth Of A Nation The Inspired By Album) letras

    [Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
    Sins of our fathers
    Father, forgive me
    And after all I gave you stole my name
    And took away from me
    Our founding fathers
    What have you gave to me?
    I’ve been the victim of a broken home
    You stole away from me
    Sins of our fathers
    Sins of our fathers

    [Verse 1: The Game]
    I could hit you with the “Yes master”, pastor
    Or I could close the box on your ass like cold pizza
    Whips and chains, brain gone, mind in shackles
    Cam Newton, a Black Panther hard to tackle
    Mix the moonshine with the Snapple
    The White House a plantation
    But they’re teachin’ our kids it’s a castle
    Built by slaves, my guilt by trade, the maze
    Lab rats pickin’ cotton inside invisible cages
    House nigga, he hate us more than the massa
    Burn his own church and smile in the face of the pastor
    The last days, drinkin’ our own sweat in the field
    Either kneel or you get your ass killed
    [Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
    Sins of our fathers
    Father, forgive me
    And after all I gave you stole my name
    And took away from me
    Our founding fathers
    What have you gave to me?
    I’ve been the victim of a broken home
    You stole away from me
    Sins of our fathers
    Sins of our fathers

    [Verse 2: The Game]
    They gave my great-great grandfather lashes ’cause he stole a fuckin’ horse
    Now 500 horsepower in my mothafuckin’ Porsche
    As I light my torch on this Mississippi porch
    Let the Mississippi River shatter windows on my [?]
    Corpses is, of course this is, genocide
    I’m in the same church where little kids and women died
    I can hear the voices, ropes around throats
    Separated our families when they stacked us on them boats
    Choke, as your legs shake you start to lose hope
    Wishin’ the branch would break, but nope
    Soon as your neck snap, they start laughin’ and takin’ pictures
    ‘Cause to them you ain’t nothin’ but a mothafuckin’ nigga
    500 years later, I’m in the club
    Chain on my neck, Harriet Tubman on the dub
    Ben Franklin on the hundred, Hamilton on the ten
    Even in death, she still surrounded by white men

    [Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
    Sins of our fathers
    Father, forgive me
    And after all I gave you stole my name
    And took away from me
    Our founding fathers
    What have you gave to me?
    I’ve been the victim of a broken home
    You stole away from me
    Sins of our fathers
    Sins of our fathers
    Sins of our fathers