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letra de we alive - the soul travelers

[verse one: donnie adams]
every mc with a mic just spitting the truth it’s like
when they write so we don’t need no troops to fight
the verse hits and the he-rs- gets delegated
to nothing more than storage sp-ce your mind get’s elevated
alb-ms dedicated to the ones h-lla jaded
verses written to listen for when you waited
for words of wisdom to lift ‘em out the bed they laid in
just the blueprint and guide to stay alive in these ages
every page, malcolm never met -ss-ssins
we get the m-ssacre moving like it’s mol-sses
after you have it you laugh at elephants and -sses
see what’s write in front of you with or without gl-sses
why, why, why, why, why …

[chorus: donnie adams]
cus we alive what more could you ask for
a dream, being the things we imagine
life worth itself, start with myself
a mic fiend and i know what this mic mean
you might listen yeah you might like it
so while i’m at it i write my wish of life

[verse two: donnie adams]
music for the m-sses made for the people
the bullsh-t see through, me and you equals
for the h-m-, sapien s-xual phobic
black and white rich and poor music for the hopeless
black-balled short and tall shakers and the movers
all of ya’ll big and small winners and the losers
sinners and the god-fearing blue collar no collar
leaders of the flock haves have less and have nots
twenty-room mansion cardboard box
rocking weaves or the locks
thieves and the cops the diseased and the not
b and cs we be the degrees of inclusion
why, why, why, why, why …

[verse three: donnie adams]
music for the movement so stop sitting / get in the kitchen put the pot on the range and watch it bubble / bring that heat to sleep truth to the lost / something to eat for the weak proof of the false off with the roof / precision to mission we brew this beat to the tooth / decision to listen it rests in peace with the youth / your voice ain’t in the booth / the lesser of two strangers look into the mirror vote for him or her to change us / god looking back got the power to rearrange us / leap to the danger / fear breeds anger, anger breeds ignorance / which gives birth to brothers only using they fists it gets worse / believe it ain’t a curse, we’re deceived to see our only value in our purse / the dollars just a dollar with the thieves faces on it / strange fruit hanging from trees traces on it / the race is on and, we busting out our shoes left our laces on the corner / backed by the jazz and blues coltrane on the horn and / born in this love supreme making dreams come true peace to hughes / it’s not deferred but preferred to not let it dry shrivel up and die this dream is alive, live, live, live, live, why!

[trumpet solo: mark nieuwenhuis]

[chorus: donnie adams]
why, why, why, why, why …
cus we alive what more could you ask for
a dream, being the things we imagine
life worth itself, start with myself
a mic fiend and i know what this mic mean
you might listen yeah you might like it
so while i’m at it i write my wish of life

- the soul travelers

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