letra de the souls of black folk - timothy welbeck
[verse 1: timothy welbeck]
how does it feel to be a problem
how does it feel to be the least of these–beneath all of the begotten
to be down trodden, to feel you are forgotten
to live within the margins
a life filled with hardships
a path watered with the sobbin’ of the brokenhearted
to walk a path that is cobbled with losses
to walk the “stony road” that your ancestors trod
how does it feel to be a problem when you feel this way often
the u.s. “launched its experiment in democracy”
and p-wned us off as its most virulent property
its original text denied its seminal bequest
to the sons of ham, cush, nubia, egypt
but i suppose, that is how experiments go
the problem with them though is someone must be the control
someone must be the tape by which other men measure their souls
and when you look at the probed, you’ll see the souls of black folk
[hook: dozzy daniel]
you have seen our children dying
you have heard their mothers crying
lord, have mercy on the souls of black folk
you have seen our spirits striving
you have heard our fathers sighing
lord, what ever will become of our souls
[verse 2: timothy welbeck]
how does it feel to be a problem, i answer seldom a word
there’s sufficient rancor there to observe
250 years of slavery, ninety of jim crow
separate but equal, it will sear men’s souls
so when they lifted their voices, you could hear their moans
ten generations born under the rattle of chains
who had nothing more than the refrain of their clang
this is the battle of those living in the shadow of chattel
who feel like the depths of their hopes are shallow
who have seen pastoral scenes morph to scaffolds
and you don’t believe that we’re heavy laden by satan
when the states treat us like apes whose fur has been shaven
we behave in ways that holds that in high regard
it’s like folly has overtaken that mind of ours
and that folly has done all types of harm
[hook: dozzy daniel]
you have seen our children dying
you have heard their mothers crying
lord, have mercy on the souls of black folk
you have seen our spirits striving
you have heard our fathers sighing
lord, what ever will become of our souls
[bridge dozzy daniel]
help the babies
this world is crazy
you are the only one that we can lean one
[verse 3: timothy welbeck]
how do we see beyond these problems
from what “the dark past” taught us, it would seem the task is arduous
but, “if there is no struggle, there is no progress”
we have to fight to see these things the way that our god does
but for now, we see through a gl-ss darkly
the flask we grasp blurs the view of our feet
yes, we partly, but we see hardly
we don’t see the path that we are embarking
but if we are to rise up above the color line, and above it rise
there must come a time we see the truth as self-evident and otherwise
live the true meaning of our creed, and let the struggle die
one day, we’ll let the struggle die
maybe, we’ll let the struggle die
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