>>587445
Incidentally, this song's lyrics are pure pottery.
>My so called friends have fallen under a spell
>They look me squarely in the eye and they say, "Well all is well'"
>Can they imagine the darkness that will fall from on high
>When men will beg God to kill them and they won't be able to die.
>Sister, lemme tell you about a vision that I saw
>You were drawing water for your husband, you were suffering under the law
>You were telling him about Buddha, you were telling him about Mohammed in one breath
>You never mentioned one time the Man who came and died a criminal's death.
>Precious angel, you believe me when I say
>What God has given to us no man can take away
>We are covered in blood girl, you know our forefathers were slaves
>Let us hope they've found mercy in their bone-filled graves.
>You're the queen of my flesh, girl, you're my woman, you're my delight
>You're the lamb of my soul, girl, and you touch up the night
>But there's violence in the eyes, girl, so let us not be enticed
>On the way out of Egypt, through Ethiopia, to the judgement hall of Christ.