Soulsville

Soulsville - Isaac Hayes

Written by：Isaac Hayes

Black man born free

At least that's the way it's supposed to be

Chains that binds him are hard to see

Unless you take this walk with me

Place where he lives

Is God plenty of names

Slums ghetto and black belt

They are one and the same

And I call it Soulsville

Any kind of job is hard to find

That means an increase

In the welfare line

Crime rate is rising too

If you are hungry

What would you do

Rent is two months past due and

The building that's falling apart

Little boy needs a pair of shoes

And this is only a part of Soulsville

Some of the brothers' got plenty of cash

Tricks on the corner gonna see to that

Some like to smoke

And some like to blow

Some are even strung out

On a fifty dollar Jones

Some are trying to ditch

Reality by getting so high

Only to find out you

Can never touch the sky

'Cause your hoods are

In Soulsville oh yeah

Every Sunday morning

I can hear the old sisters say

Hallelujah Hallelujah

Trust in the Lord to make a way oh yeah

I hope that He hear their prayers 'cause

Deep in their souls they believe

Someday He'll put an end to all

This misery that we have in Soulsville

Oh yeah Soulsville Soulsville

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