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pg02: Revolutionary Minds co​-​author: Apocalyptic, Double, Kadence & Sean C. Johnson

from Love, Soul: The Musical Letters Collective, Part 1 by Soul Williams

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Soul Williams
Since I'm in a position to talk to the people and they listen
My conviction's mission to overthrow this wicked system, uh
Who walked this earth surface perfect
Never hurt a person but purposely
Purged and pruned every goon
You'd assume, Christ is who I'm referring too
Your presumed gloom is now removed just like tumors
And Life is beautiful,
Revolutionary is the strain of this brain
Being changed to never complain but remain under
The Blood Banner (Blood Stained)
My grammar shatter beat opposition like cookie batter
I babble and chatter in the presence of Hosanna
I aint from Alabama but I rep the crimson tide
His crimson blood cleanses us like tide, get it, tide the soap?
We pushin hope like dope from every channel
Church folk handle matters at times in the manner of cannibals
Our mission is to change the view of what you're used to seeing
We peddle truth to youth in they schools, give them a reason
To start believing, tis the season to stop the bleeding
We pleading the blood of Jesus from classrooms to coliseums, uh
But I'm not a Pop star, Rock-N-Roller,
I ma Rebel, blessed! able to hold a
Conversation, that'll change men
Locked up for ion's for inferior thinking
This is Revolutionary, reading slave thoughts their obituaries
Enlightening the people till the Messiah freaks the sequel


Sean C. Johnson (Hook)
We got too many boys on the block
Posted up with the rock
But they probably and throwing “sky-hooks”
So you sho-nuff right
Step up on the mic
it ain’t all about the microphone check one-two
Got me checking every line
Cause every line could renew another mind
And in time, we can start a Revolution
Sit back watch me start a Revolution, Yeah

Apocalyptic
Revolutionaries coming with the intellect
Meticulous Intelligent, define it best as Heaven Sent
It's militant, a gift that's given from the King Who resurrected
Blood from thorny crowns can wash the soul just like an antiseptic
Check it, the streets are crying out for "Mercy, Please"
On bended knees, I take it to the Lord for Him to intercede
For God so loved the world, a world condemned but failed to see it/
Like a patient getting treatment for disease but won't receive it
The Gospel manifesto goes against the world's policies
Within The Matrix, Christ would be the ultimate anomaly
Honestly, I'm thankful for His grace; the church has got to be
The standard and stop being associated with hypocrisy
I'm not a contradiction if I kick it with the sinners
Jesus did the same, religious cats had labeled Him a villain
The Physician healing victims from their sin and all the symptoms
Take the Gospel to the ghetto; Great Commission to the millions

(Hook)

Double
We do this for the least of
And those who In need of
Some freedom
Instead of religion we give em Jesus
We Revolutionaries
Take the City Back boy
We urban missionaries
I can understand why that boy deal dope
It's hard to see hope
At the end of his rope
And his kids need soap and a Meal ASAP
And the corner got bread where he can deal that crack
And he good at it
They say that paper corrupt morals and good habits
Live fast die young so he asthmatic
(Gasp) Short of breath and death around the corner
Spray the Mac at it
And I ain't much different
I just met the Savior
When you feel you in hell
You give up on the maker
(Yeah) That’s why we need some soldiers
To hold the banner up High
Cause the world is getting colder

(Hook)

Kadence
See, on the news it's just another shooting
Another drug bust, another young cuffed, to them just another hoodlum
What is the church folk and reverends doing
Too many meetings and no execution
Time for a Revolution
Shock the culture like electrocution
Time for less excuses
Ignorance is the devils best illusion
You can bless the future
You can't make time for that?
You aint got time to give back?
What in the heck you doing?!
See, I came up round a bunch of thugs
I was going down that path until somebody showed me Love
Now I'm a living example of what it means to missional
No I'm not boasting I'm just giving you visuals
Daddy's not in the picture and mama incarcerated
They need to know they not a mistake and God don't hate em
What's goes around comes around
At some point
The same kids grow up rob you at gun point
Think about it!

(Hook)

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from Love, Soul: The Musical Letters Collective, Part 1, released December 14, 2013
Produced by Kadence for Air Tight Productions / Written by Trenton Williams, Robbie Carpenter, Ronnie Rolon, Marcus Jackson, Sean C. Johnson / Recorded at House of Hestia and First Fruits Entertainment/ Mixed & Mastered by O.T.O. Strange at House of Hestia / Live Out Love Music [BMI]

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