Clare Fischer - Paris 1798430 lyrics

YEAH YEAH YEAH! Paris1798430 Paris1798430 Verse1: Ebony american heart torn in two Whatching his soul disappear with no trace or clue A brother got lost livin' for the city Takin dope from the man Ain't nowhere to run when it's from uncle sam Chorus: Paris1798430 my soul's in hiding That's where a brotha be hidin til he get his due Paris1798430 my soul's in hiding Gimme a call when we can live as large as you do Verse2: Tears spill out in anger our black is now blue Our blood can be spilled as well but it will not make the news unless we're Taken out one by one for the wrongs we have done What else can you live by if you die by the gun? BANG Chorus Verse 3: (spoken) So you know his mother will raise him you know like the best she can And uh you know it could have been much easier you know if she had like another Man. and uh it's kinda hard being happy you know livin on hopes and good luck And uh it's kinda hard having pride when you ain't got bucks Paris1798430 My soul's in hiding My soul's in hiding Oh my soul's in hiding When a baby cries, you know i envy his tears, so little does he know of the Ignorance and fear that will divide us until we are willing to change, until The cup that we drink from is the very same My soul will be hiding My soul will be hiding Hiding (hinding), hiding Paris1798430 That's where a brotha be hidin til he get his due (yeah yeah yeah) Paris1798430 Give me a call (gimme a call when we can live as large as you do) I will listen (paris1798430) i will listen (repeat til fades)