The Mourning Son Songtext
von Chinese Man feat. Jeru the Damaja
The Mourning Son Songtext
Jeru the Damaja (the original),
Chinese Man (holdin′ it up),
Mourning Son,
The Redo (the Redo),
I've learned so much, in my travels,
All over the world (for real)
I′ve come to appreciate life more,
Life is beautiful (lovely),
From the Ghettos of East New York (Ghetto),
To globetrotting (all over the world),
Check it out:
Life, lessons - curses and blessings,
I sit back, ponder the universe's greatest questions,
What if we were judged by our hearts' orientation,
Not: sex, complexion, religion or nation,
Would we still have starvation? (starvation)
Would we still kill to prove our God is the God of Creation? (creation)
Would the greedy stay fat from the labour of the poor?
Would war mean more than the spoils of war? (war)
Would the truth be a guiding force?
Would peace and love be the source that plans our life course?
Would prison be packed to the rim with men?
Would we execute them for a life of sin?
Would my good friend kill my other good friend?
Would one be in the ground, and one in the pen? (locked up)
Would there be a such thing as a gun?
These are questions that I ask,
When I sit under the Morning Sun.
Depression, recession, obsession,
Where is God, you think it′s blasphemous,
I′m asking this question,
Transgression, suppresion, regression,
A little suggestion, some self reflection,
Aggression, obsessions, possessions,
Where is God, you think it's blasphemous,
I′m asking this question,
Can I make a little suggestion?
I think the answer's in self reflection. (reflection)
Ahhhy...
The Mourning Son.
Ooh...
I contemplate: why do we hate?
Is evil cultivated, or is sin in my friend innate? (innate)
People pray for a calming escape,
God′s return date,
Until then what's the world′s fate?
Could we live in harmony without the threat of hell, or, do you,
Go to Heaven for dying in 9/11,
Poverty, corruption, over consumption,
Mass production, mass destruction,
Is survival our only function?
If the world's so cold then,
What's the purpose of a man′s soul?
What′s a man's true goal?
Is it to eat good (good),
Have sex and collect gold (gold),
Little children suffer horrors untold,
Across the globe,
Mothers are raped, their babies are sold,
Could different cultures live as one?
These are questions I ask,
When I sit under the Morning Sun.
Depression, recession, obsession,
Where is God, you think it′s blasphemous,
I'm asking this question,
Transgression, suppresion, regression,
A little suggestion, some self reflection,
Aggression, obsessions, possessions,
Where is God, you think it′s blasphemous,
I'm asking this question,
Can I make a little suggestion?
I think the answer′s in self reflection.
Depression, recession, obsession,
Where is God, you think it's blasphemous,
I'm asking this question,
Transgression, suppresion, regression,
A little suggestion, some self reflection,
Aggression, obsessions, possessions,
Where is God, you think it′s blasphemous,
I′m asking this question,
Can I make a little suggestion?
I think the answer's in self reflection.
Chinese Man (holdin′ it up),
Mourning Son,
The Redo (the Redo),
I've learned so much, in my travels,
All over the world (for real)
I′ve come to appreciate life more,
Life is beautiful (lovely),
From the Ghettos of East New York (Ghetto),
To globetrotting (all over the world),
Check it out:
Life, lessons - curses and blessings,
I sit back, ponder the universe's greatest questions,
What if we were judged by our hearts' orientation,
Not: sex, complexion, religion or nation,
Would we still have starvation? (starvation)
Would we still kill to prove our God is the God of Creation? (creation)
Would the greedy stay fat from the labour of the poor?
Would war mean more than the spoils of war? (war)
Would the truth be a guiding force?
Would peace and love be the source that plans our life course?
Would prison be packed to the rim with men?
Would we execute them for a life of sin?
Would my good friend kill my other good friend?
Would one be in the ground, and one in the pen? (locked up)
Would there be a such thing as a gun?
These are questions that I ask,
When I sit under the Morning Sun.
Depression, recession, obsession,
Where is God, you think it′s blasphemous,
I′m asking this question,
Transgression, suppresion, regression,
A little suggestion, some self reflection,
Aggression, obsessions, possessions,
Where is God, you think it's blasphemous,
I′m asking this question,
Can I make a little suggestion?
I think the answer's in self reflection. (reflection)
Ahhhy...
The Mourning Son.
Ooh...
I contemplate: why do we hate?
Is evil cultivated, or is sin in my friend innate? (innate)
People pray for a calming escape,
God′s return date,
Until then what's the world′s fate?
Could we live in harmony without the threat of hell, or, do you,
Go to Heaven for dying in 9/11,
Poverty, corruption, over consumption,
Mass production, mass destruction,
Is survival our only function?
If the world's so cold then,
What's the purpose of a man′s soul?
What′s a man's true goal?
Is it to eat good (good),
Have sex and collect gold (gold),
Little children suffer horrors untold,
Across the globe,
Mothers are raped, their babies are sold,
Could different cultures live as one?
These are questions I ask,
When I sit under the Morning Sun.
Depression, recession, obsession,
Where is God, you think it′s blasphemous,
I'm asking this question,
Transgression, suppresion, regression,
A little suggestion, some self reflection,
Aggression, obsessions, possessions,
Where is God, you think it′s blasphemous,
I'm asking this question,
Can I make a little suggestion?
I think the answer′s in self reflection.
Depression, recession, obsession,
Where is God, you think it's blasphemous,
I'm asking this question,
Transgression, suppresion, regression,
A little suggestion, some self reflection,
Aggression, obsessions, possessions,
Where is God, you think it′s blasphemous,
I′m asking this question,
Can I make a little suggestion?
I think the answer's in self reflection.
Writer(s): Matthieu Di Stefano, Jonathan Busson, Sylvain Pierre Alain Langlet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com