ANTHM - Simpli Soul lyrics

[Verse 1: Anthm] Wish I could resurrect them soul singers I pray to God that soul lingers Nowadays leaders are clutching the torch with four fingers No opposable thumbs Has got a n***a closing his lungs From hot air that's spoken by bums No time for checkers Strictly chess, we design the efforts Final seconds we intertwine over vinyl records Marvin Gaye Let the music take you far away Like single mothers on Father's Day When it's hard to pray In a drought you feel the pressure when you reach But a drop of water can turn a desert to a beach An oasis Touch bases with those raised in rough places Frustrated screaming, "f** patience!" The soundtrack to young cats who ain't around flags But pledge allegiance to 40 ounces and brown bags With their posse on the block Rocking steady, never drop confetti But they pants sag like they pockets heavy Greet my neighbours see you later I'm at the corner Bodega They catered with that french vanilla flavor Look at the crowd often I see a child walkin' Wish I could dethrone Tyler Perry and Al Sharpton The cops are now parking right outside the school zone Suspicion moves like a virus and now it's full blown Back to my roots, I'm headed home Grabbing a megaphone, black is beautiful in case you never known [Hook] I'm doing donuts in a taxi 360 panoramic views might relax me Zoning in the back seat Observing hip-hop no b-boy stance Taking a New York to Detroit glance Know what I'm talking 'bout? I recruit from the booth to the inner city youth We gon' be alright now I salute To them freedom fighters We got that soul let it reunite us Eventually we gon' be the brightest [Verse 2: Anthm] Wish I could resurrect that soul music Made for every soul that ever goes through it Therapeutic how they infuse it, made it so fluid Preaching to lost choirs Dreams versus reality boost my thoughts higher Caught up in the crossfire I was inspired when this ink got spilled 44 years since King got k**ed Look around, from prenatal to the cradle To media portrayal Guns and liquor stores to diabetes that be fatal Wish we were headed back To afros and leather clad cats with the fists up Fighting for what they never had Picture the streets, drug paraphernalia absent Who's to blame for this failure to action? This is hip-hop, modern day Mahalia Jackson sh** is gospel in my stereo blastin', represent n***a! Well, I think I got the resolution Pick up where soul music left off, the evolution is us