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Letras
[Verse 1]
For the sun gets ready for a set
And the sea's an oily wet
Snow on the 1st of August
3:1 if you like to bet
Our animals are polluted and then killed for the food
While we kill ourselves while we eat
And a multitude
Die from lack of grain as it's eaten by the fattened beef
Seems like we got ourselves into some heavy shit mischief
Set alight the flowers that can definitely help some cure
For the cancers in my body and brain
We must endure
As the space is needed for grazing war of the meat
That you consume for thick blood and a less than healthy heartbeat
Only you can criticise and bring it all to shame
But time runs out, it's almost gone, and still goes on the game
Sensible of the world, they've been in charge and got it right?
That's why some starve while others seem to party through the night
And Mr Bullshit has it made, as I sit in his green office
He talks to my friends and family, and he treats me like a novice
Every time I explain how late the time has got
I'm told I'm a boring pessimist who should be happy but I'm not
As the radiation level is safe but past my head
My children started coughing and my chest is full of lead
The way to make it better, well, at least so I'm told
Let business hold some cold cash, and so that I can fold it and stand on my gain
And that I will be taller
And the air I breathe is pure, it's high over the radiation border
Let them rule nature and now you get off it
As natural's always meant the protection of the profit
The 57th minute of the 23rd hour
57th minute of the 23rd hour
57th minute of the 23rd hour
Three minutes ain't long, but it's all we got, the power
Son of the night and day, I'm grey
That's right, the spirit was born this way
Use the youth to attack the truth
Or take part in the story
Power and the glory
When they shout no, I think of Biko
A yell in a cell meant hell and his face swell
Crack the liberty bell to impose their will
They kill and they will until
We reject the gift
Not to understand command
And hold tight to the story-teller hand
The story is strong
The spirit lives on
They try and crush it now
It won't be gone
Appeal for silence
These men of violence put freedom in a prison and they call it terrorism
Join the fight nearing its height
Shine a light in the night, expose the friend from the foe
[Chorus]
Power and glory
Heed the story
Power and glory
Heed the story
[Verse 2]
Future years hears my fears
Democracy hazy
We got lazy
Let them rule us, they went crazy
Police and posses
Economic mess
Catch a rash
Handle blood money cash
Diamonds and pearls from the tears of little girls
Paper gold link so the people don't think
Seen corn from the day you were born
Dictating where you live
The destiny you give
Your place and race, the pace of the dreams you chase
A world on reprieve and still we weave
Confusion, pollution
Seeking absolution for a new day and a new way
N gave the sign
Quick, drop on nine
Thoughts come and go
Peace may mean the video
No secret left to tell
Crave heaven and we make the hell
[Chorus]
Power and glory
Heed the story
Power and glory
Heed the story
[Verse 3]
In the west come quest who say push it along
It's a native tongue heard singing a song
War on shines, it'll never be gone
Till we push together
Time we carry the global dream
One-world scene, variation on a theme
Jazz exercise, improvise, then rise
The local problem and the global ties
Helping each other till we all grow wise
Spreading the word, dissing the lies
Past is burning the heat of the 9 0 beat
Put on the pressure, pressure from the street
Can't stop now till it's all sweet
Rap a component, rapper exponent, stuck like a leech in the wheel of the speech
Respect the past, the poets would last
Siefu Jalal
Conga natal
Time that it come, sound a funky drum
Destiny hailed
Love train derailed, it's time to call a cab
Well, love can't fail
While deep in the lost and ground
Stand now
Common ground
Doug and Jean, they tell a story
Power, ooh, and the glory
[Chorus]
Power and glory
Heed the story
Power and glory
Heed the story
Power and glory
Heed the story
The power and glory
Heed the story
Power and glory
Heed the story
Power and glory
Heed, yeah
Written by: Crispin Luke Robinson, Nigel Constantine Weir, Robert Gallagher, Roy Ayers