"Paris 1798430"

Ebony American heart torn in two
Watching his soul disappear wit no trace or clue
A brother got lost livin' 4 the city
Takin' dope from the man
Ain't nowhere to run when it's from Uncle Sam

Chorus:
Paris 1798430 my soul's in hiding
That's where a brother be hiding 'til he get his due
Paris 1798430 my soul's in hiding
Gimme a call when we can live as large as you do

Tears spill out in anger for our black is now blue
Our blood can be spilled as well but it will not make the news
Unless we're taken out one by one for the wrongs
We have done what else can you live by
If you die by the gun?
Bang!

Chorus

His mother will raise him, you know, like the best she can
But it coulda been, you know like, so much easier
If she had, like you know, another man and uh
It's kinda hard being happy livin' on hope and good luck and
It's kinda hard having pride when you ain't got bucks

When a baby cries, you know what I envy his tear
So little does he know of the ignorance
And fear that will divide us
Until we are willing to change
Until the cup that we drink from is the very same
My soul will be hiding

Paris 1798430