Prince S.S.T. LyricsAnd keep giving guns 2 the poorest of our nation's sons
Who is gonna call U by name?
With no confusion, trinity or preacher's vain?
Who says that everytime
and opens up the eyes of the blind?
Who will b the 1 in his bed?
certainly not the 1's who put thorns on his head
and wished him dead while they took his daily bread.
Which 1 is of value to U?
The 1 depleting the oil supply
or the One that renews it
And keeps the peace...
Like the groove in Sade's sweetest taboo.
Who will b a guest in Ur tent?
R U gonna b happy with how Ur life has been spent?
Did u have open arms 4 each and everybody U met
Or did U let them die in the rain? Endless war, Poverty or hurricane...
It's time 4 another groove...
Like Sade's Sweetest Taboo.
Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS