Back in the soul, in the pit in the ball, we have to go do things to make it happen, you know?
For centuries, mama basket empty
Junior Kelly Urban poet, woah-oi, woah-oi
Have you been, still been, the hunger, the pressure, the pain, the hate?
Have you been, still been, the fall, the rise, the tears, I cry?
Have you been, still been, the murder, the ocean, the bondage, the chain?
Have you been?