Solillaquists of Sound - Bulletproof lyrics
[Solillaquists of Sound - Bulletproof lyrics]
I was born king pushing hip at '29
Son of a preacher mind
With the same name as he
Until at 35, he legally dropped it
And changed it to honor a German Protestant
I used to sing choir went to college at 15
Skipping 9th and 12th grade
With big dreams of sociology
And systematic theology
Ima be like pops and pass the AP
In 1954 I'm just that
25 in Alabama facing lack
Of unity, in tune with omnipresent
I'm used to being Jim Crow though
Relate to that
Where I stay there's racial segregation
The measurement of a man is 98 cents
Freedom and a home to write is $2812
But, I'm a long way from all that i admit
What's that to you? What's that to you?
Yeah it's pushing through
I played the game of being victim too long
To be a silent opposition
To authority's position
Listen, one day while beginning a book
I had a vision that would wake
Me in the middle of typing
Fast Forward to the signing of that very book
Harlem '58, take a closer look
I was stabbed in the chest
With an envelope opener
Black woman from Georgia, named Izola now
Rewind back to that typing process
My vision of a promise land
In spite the death
People gathered, speaking rather bold
Saying I was out of touch
Bus boycotts are old
Civil rights not a fight for the now
Even now in the present, I'm learning how
Maybe I should just rest slitter in my chest
Pushing the envelope, was not for the best
What's that to you? What's that to you?
Yeah it's pushing through
No, Ima wake from this
Escape death while I got a boat to fix
Reaper's knocking but, you can't stop when
A will to make a way
Is waiting over the mountain
So I wrote more books
Led our people to action
Marched on Washington for peace and passion
Led a movement in of the South
To the North for Jackson
Opposed war, Vietnam back to back then
Won't sleep til' the dream is alive
Hold more rallies get the poor organized, I
Believe in a date with death
But, if I gotta go now, no feelings left
Away from stress 39 years to a king
Ain't a thing, what's left?
An absolute? Nah
Another living being wants to
See if I'm bulletproof
Well, I don't know what will happen
Now we've got some difficult
Days ahead but it really doesn't
Matter with me now
Because I've been to the mountaintop
And I don't mind
Like anybody, I would like to live a
Long life longevity has it's place but
I'm not concerned about that now
I just want to
Do God's will and He's allowed me to go
Up to the mountain and I've looked over and
I've seen the Promised Land i may not
Get there with you but, I want you to
Know tonight, that we, as a people
Will get to the promised land!
So I'm happy, tonight
I'm not worried about anything
I'm not fearing any man
Mine eyes have seen the glory of
The coming of the lord
Son of a preacher mind
With the same name as he
Until at 35, he legally dropped it
And changed it to honor a German Protestant
I used to sing choir went to college at 15
Skipping 9th and 12th grade
With big dreams of sociology
And systematic theology
Ima be like pops and pass the AP
In 1954 I'm just that
25 in Alabama facing lack
Of unity, in tune with omnipresent
I'm used to being Jim Crow though
Relate to that
Where I stay there's racial segregation
The measurement of a man is 98 cents
Freedom and a home to write is $2812
But, I'm a long way from all that i admit
What's that to you? What's that to you?
Yeah it's pushing through
I played the game of being victim too long
To be a silent opposition
To authority's position
Listen, one day while beginning a book
I had a vision that would wake
Me in the middle of typing
Fast Forward to the signing of that very book
Harlem '58, take a closer look
I was stabbed in the chest
With an envelope opener
Black woman from Georgia, named Izola now
Rewind back to that typing process
My vision of a promise land
In spite the death
People gathered, speaking rather bold
Saying I was out of touch
Bus boycotts are old
Civil rights not a fight for the now
Even now in the present, I'm learning how
Maybe I should just rest slitter in my chest
Pushing the envelope, was not for the best
What's that to you? What's that to you?
Yeah it's pushing through
No, Ima wake from this
Escape death while I got a boat to fix
Reaper's knocking but, you can't stop when
A will to make a way
Is waiting over the mountain
So I wrote more books
Led our people to action
Marched on Washington for peace and passion
Led a movement in of the South
To the North for Jackson
Opposed war, Vietnam back to back then
Won't sleep til' the dream is alive
Hold more rallies get the poor organized, I
Believe in a date with death
But, if I gotta go now, no feelings left
Away from stress 39 years to a king
Ain't a thing, what's left?
An absolute? Nah
Another living being wants to
See if I'm bulletproof
Well, I don't know what will happen
Now we've got some difficult
Days ahead but it really doesn't
Matter with me now
Because I've been to the mountaintop
And I don't mind
Like anybody, I would like to live a
Long life longevity has it's place but
I'm not concerned about that now
I just want to
Do God's will and He's allowed me to go
Up to the mountain and I've looked over and
I've seen the Promised Land i may not
Get there with you but, I want you to
Know tonight, that we, as a people
Will get to the promised land!
So I'm happy, tonight
I'm not worried about anything
I'm not fearing any man
Mine eyes have seen the glory of
The coming of the lord