La Mort De L'âMe
Turning molehills into mountains,
Making big deals out of small ones,
Bearing gifts as if they're burdens,
This is how it's been.
Fear of coming out of my shell,
Too many things I can't do too well,
Afraid I'll try real hard and I'll fail -
This is how it's been.
Till the day you pounded on my heart's door,
And you shouted joyfully,
"You're not a slave anymore"
You're free to dance-
Forget about your two left feet
And you're free to sing-
Even joyful noise is music to me
and you're free to love,
Cause I've given you My love,
and
Making big deals out of small ones,
Bearing gifts as if they're burdens,
This is how it's been.
Fear of coming out of my shell,
Too many things I can't do too well,
Afraid I'll try real hard and I'll fail -
This is how it's been.
Till the day you pounded on my heart's door,
And you shouted joyfully,
"You're not a slave anymore"
You're free to dance-
Forget about your two left feet
And you're free to sing-
Even joyful noise is music to me
and you're free to love,
Cause I've given you My love,
and
Playing Soldier Again
numbers of descendants
segregated by design
caught up in a purpose that disgraces their standards
these actions wont help us end our fight
progress cant be made by weeding out the majority
eliminate the source but do not destroy the fighters
the color of the oppressor is only
the shortcoming of the disaster
end the sinister accusations
acknowledge the foresight in which we hold
to end oppression - doing it in an uneducated
way is not going to end it
it's going to enforce ones reputation
in a disgraceful manner
to segregate us by color would be antithetical to
what we are trying to accomplish