Revolution

Book of revelations, chapter 7 verses 16 and 17
(Yes sir)
They shall hunger no more neither shall they thirst anymore
(Preach, preacher)
For God shall wipe away
(Yes sir)
Every tear from there eyes
(Yes sir)
Get ready for a revolution
What you say

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ooh, ooh
Do you want a revolution?
Whoo, whoo
Say do you want a revolution?
Whoo, whoo
Come on

Sick and tired of my brothas
Killing each other
Sick and tired of daddies leavin'
Babies with their mothers
To every man who wants to lay
Around and play around
Listen partner, you should be man
Enough to stay around
Sick and tired of the church
Talkin' religion
And yet, they talk about
Each other, makin' decisions
No more racism two-facism
No pollution the solution?
A revolution

No crime no dying
Politicians lying, everybody's trying
To make a dollar it makes me
Wanna holler
The way they do my life
The way they do my life
There's gonna be a brighter day
All your troubles will pass away
A revoltuion's comin
Yes it's comin, comin'
Revolution's comin, yes it's comin
Revolution's comin' comin

Kirk Franklin: What you feelin'?
What you want son?
Who you callin' to son?
You know Jesus is the true son
The second in the trinity
I know you feelin' him
Five hundred days left
Until the new millenium
You hearin 'em, trumpets crack the
Sky Christ the last, the first
The first, the last and won't pass
So don't be caught slippin' brotha
Don't be trippin' brotha
'Cause when I see ya' you beter
Not be dippin' brotha

Darkchild: Everywhere we go
We say we move to much
We do to much
But when you step against us
And you, you lose to much
Ain't no stoppin' what I'm doin'
When the spirit movin'
Don't be hatin' what i'm doin
I'm the vessel he's usin'
Everywhere I be they try to
Judge me, they try to shake me
They try to budge me
But they can't break me
'Cause i'm down with Christ
Darkchild and Nu Nation
Make ya feel alright

Where my East Coast saints at?
Whoo whoo
Where my West Coast saints at?
Whoo whoo
Where my Detroit saints at?
Whoo whoo
Where my Dallas saints at?
Whoo whoo
Where my Atlanta saints at?
Whoo whoo
Where my Miami saints at?
Whoo whoo
Where my Nashville saints at?
Whoo whoo
Where my fort worth saints at

All my real loud saints throw your hands up

With there hands up, up they got there hands up