Prof. Logik - Soul On Fire lyrics

(Verse 1) /Conflicted since a youngster, black, white, or whatever/ Labels I avoided, lost sight in the weather/ Re-steered the ship, brought light cause I'm clever/ Never lost verbiage, concise for the ever/ Said pick a side, know your kind, hell the are you speaking/ Said this, said that, said the other are weaklings/ Man there with me, last day of the weekend/ Putting money in the plate and teaching the seedlings/ Quoting anecdotes of love and unbelievable faith/ Though beneath he restrained, was concealing his hate/ Till the inner city came, playing late in the day/ Thought the game went awry, and the flock went astray/ Man built a mob and they politely conveyed/ That the shepherd lost his way and no longer could stay/ There ten years old and I'm feeling betrayed/ Banished all my friends, and no longer we played/ (Hook) I was young and naive, thought thinking was free/ Looking for the truth, that was sinking in me/ Didn't know there was lines in the city I see/ And love ain't seem what I believed it to be/ (Verse 2) /In Arizona they picket, running out the illegals/ Be the same politicians campaign for the steeple/ Reaffirm their faith to their section of people/ To ward off suspicion they're corrupt or they're evil/ Now they wanna profile, to help with the seizure/ Both sides with Jesus, either church or cathedral/ All in a land that don't belong to us neither/ Damning God's people, protecting our freedom/ Up in Newberry, heard a man took a beating/ That led to his d**h, from the Earth he was leaving/ Pigs said a hate crime ain't thought they conceiving / Though he was dragged eight miles, barely breathing and bleeding/ Kids without a father they loved and they needed/ And a wife all alone left to pick up the pieces/Plastered on the news, prime-time in the evening/ Headline fodder for whomever to see it/ [Feather Fly Focus] /I've got a lot hate in my heart/ /Martin Luther/ /I pride in not playing my part/ /Target nuisance/ /Looking outside of my window, the wind blows/ /And the seasons change, but I still seem the same/ /I can't run from the bias/ /Even in private/ /So I keep my eyes from the violence/ /By being honest/ /Livin' in the shell that created my conscious/ /Or will I live to tell how I made the profit/ /I'm in/ Way over my head/ /But still holding on/ /But I can't hide in the shed/ /Through the cold and storm/ /I know the sun'll shine again/ /When you least expect/ /that's why I'm grinding for my kin/ /'Cause I need the check/ /I need the rest, but I'll take it in d**h/ /I'm making my steps/ /Headed in the direction that's next/ /So, if you don't mind, I'll quiet and let Crocker talk/ /And the hook should ma**age your thoughts/