Prince - S.S.T. lyrics

Who will b a guest in ur tent? Certainly not the ones who don't wanna repent And keep giving guns 2 the poorest of our nation's sons Who is gonna call u by name? With no confusion, trinity or preacher's vain? Who says that everytime And opens up the eyes of the blind Who will b the 1 in his bed? Certainly not the 1's who put thorns on his head And wish him dead while they took his daily bread Which 1 is of value 2 u? The 1 depleting the oil supply Or the One that renews it And keeps the peace Like the groove in Sade's Sweetest Taboo Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest Who will b a guest in ur tent? R u gonna b happy with how ur life has been spent? Did u have open arms 4 each and everybody you met? Or did U let them die in the rain? Endless war, poverty or hurricane Then it's time 4 another groove Like Sade's Sweetest Taboo Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest