F                    Bb      
Mist rising on the horizon 
               F                                        C 
Listenin' with my ears and listenin' with my eyes and 
               Dm                                                  Am  
Listenin' until we've ridden the mud from the parasite 
                            Bb                                  C  
Listenin' until our hearts start to glisten, realize 
                            F                                       Bb      
Share the vision and my rhythms and we'll melt the ice 
                      F                                              C 
Start sizzlin', spilling from the ceiling, bread dripping drizzling  
          Dm                                      Am                           
Close to the broken-heart, them crushed in spirit  
               Bb                          C 
Redeem the soul of your servant  

Seek his, pursue it 
F 
Keep the sparkle in your eyes  
Bb 
Oh you know, we're not gon die  
F 
Like flyin'  
                  C                                     Dm 
Soul times for the times when we'll stay unified  
                    Am                                   Bb                              C 
The eyes of Hashem are to the righteous and he hears their 

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 (F   Bb) 
Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby 
(F   Bb) 
Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby 
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            F                                                Bb 
Jerusalem breathes, bringin' me ease from the Brooklyn squeeze,  
         F                                           C 
Dirty boppin' and a bring ya down to ya knees  
               Dm                     Am     
Track ya like a lion, leave me be  
                                     Bb                                C 
When they come with their disease to drag us into the street,  
      F                                             Bb   
My law's still pure, you can't take that from me,  
           F                                     C     
Three thousand years until this last century,  
             Dm                               Am   
Impossible to break the seal of the High Priest,  
Bb      C                          F                                        Bb 
Yo……… I say the branches on the trees gon bow to these  
                   F 
Swaying to the melodies  
              C                                             Dm   
Craving for the slaves to bring redemption please  
                Am 
I am you, you are me  

                             Bb 
No more leaders, we must flea  
                              C 
We want see God in our enemy, 

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