Lyrics:
The rhythm and the rhyme
We must rise in the day of the morn in the night
We must cry for our freedom discriminate deny
We must fight for the right to feel
Sinister sister shall fall to the blade of my knife
Child of doom has begotten the powers to rise
Sacrifice, morbid stories
Blood trickles down
Yes, I miss you
Whitney Houston
I love the, the Lord
He heard my cry
And pitied every groan
Long as I, I live
And troubles rise
I hasten
And he curses man
Which was created by the one that died for him
This should not be
So I will
Rise, I'll rise above this world
This world of lies
I'll
African people
You better wakeup and rise up
You are the children of the most high rise up
African people
You better wakeup and rise up
You are
their sisters hanging from the rafters
And every dirty shade will rise rotting from its grave
Tomorrow will be just like the day after, yeah
By now
kill?
No need to pretend 'cause this shit is real
Don't be blinded by the red and blue lights
It's time to ride, it's time to rise up
Pay attention
Missy I miss you so. oh little sister
I wish you'd come back to me and sit by my side
We'd laugh and we'd play again, if only you'll try
You know
right?..
Got by this by the spirit..better get your fact right..
I'm moving faster brother....but I got hold on tight..
I'm talking about him..gat me feeling
their sisters hanging from the rafters
And every dirty shade will rise rotting from its grave
Tomorrow will be just like the day after, yeah
By now
intercourse with the female residents of the vanquished region,
customarily by means of rape and molestation
Sister shall rise against sister; Brother shall
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
Missy I miss You so. Oh little Sister
I wish You'd come back to Me and sit by My side
We'd laugh and we'd play again, if only You'll try
You know
Sweatin at da palms, temperature rise,
hypnotised by ur charm
U got me feelin somethin
My blood just won't stop rushin
U gotta sister blushin
Ooh dis
but connect by an invisible force a light that shines ever so bright in each and every one of our hearts
So say it loud and say it clear
Rise up rise up
want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
and sea
Tears fall from their eyes, ancient memory
The pipe in their hands black obsidian stone
Sisters by their sides they are never alone
The pipe in
is that right?
Seen your sister last week at the bank, lookin tight
Keep yo' eyes on her, cause niggaz, nowadays
always lookin for some new ones
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
upstairs, I hug my mother
I kiss my sister and I punch my brother
I sit down on the bed to watch some t.v.
Do my ears deceive me
No that's the fourth time
Uh, a Sun of Man letter right here, this one is written for ya'll
Another scripture, this one is written for the young black sister
(She was a run
Tackle the untruth, regroup and teach the youth
Man can kill as well as heal
As I wake the blind with words of steel
Brothers and sisters, rise and become
the clouds pass by
Perforated by an orange sky
Once again we way to high
Comprehend the feelings I can't deny
Understand why we try
To make the best of our
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