Poverty of the Spirit Feat. MLK by Mic Renaissance Lyrics
Martin Luther King Jr
"When we look at modern man we have to face the fact, that modern man suffers from a kind of poverty of the spirit, which stands in glaring contrast to his scientific and technological abundance. We learned to fly the allied birds, we learned to swim the seas like fish, and yet we haven't learned to walk fast as brothers and sisters."
I just want to reach the children and save the babies
And go against the grain that was made to slay me
The courthouses, the laws, trying to legislate me
Strip me naked down to the draws and enslave me
" he was fire/should retire" all would debate me
Bust like a tec 9 off with the safety
Indecisive minds lost in the maybe's
You must dislike God if y'all hate me
Administer change, through the sinister designed lately
I grew up on Christopher Wallace
Just a little jewel for the kids to acknowledge
I'm just trying to stack bread, put my kid through a college
Before child support empty my wallet
A clockwork orange that crept through your eyelids
The last rapper with impeccable conscience
The brain dead sling dread left you unconscious
But when you sing threats its best you innocuous
I look through my binoculars and channel my chakras
And have the camera pan to the block wars
Where they kill a nigga' from the lobby to the top floor
"When we look at modern man we have to face the fact, that modern man suffers from a kind of poverty of the spirit, which stands in glaring contrast to his scientific and technological abundance. We learned to fly the allied birds, we learned to swim the seas like fish, and yet we haven't learned to walk fast as brothers and sisters."
I just want to reach the children and save the babies
And go against the grain that was made to slay me
The courthouses, the laws, trying to legislate me
Strip me naked down to the draws and enslave me
" he was fire/should retire" all would debate me
Bust like a tec 9 off with the safety
Indecisive minds lost in the maybe's
You must dislike God if y'all hate me
Administer change, through the sinister designed lately
I grew up on Christopher Wallace
Just a little jewel for the kids to acknowledge
I'm just trying to stack bread, put my kid through a college
Before child support empty my wallet
A clockwork orange that crept through your eyelids
The last rapper with impeccable conscience
The brain dead sling dread left you unconscious
But when you sing threats its best you innocuous
I look through my binoculars and channel my chakras
And have the camera pan to the block wars
Where they kill a nigga' from the lobby to the top floor