My Urban Soul

Techno, whacko, spackle, back-o. Who needs that shit? On the floor sitting down instead of dancing. High on ecstasy instead of sex energy or the Beating of the drum. Disrespectful to all the fathers to where this music Came from. Oh, yeah. Blind to the ways they can't see, the garage, The shelter, Zanzibar. Huh, that's their loss. Now I understand why my father used to say, "Remember the time, the good old days when music Was music and song was song." Where did we go wrong? Ding-dong, There goes the bell. From Dr. Love, and ain't no mountain high enough That we rebel. Yeah. See, we dance with rhythm. We raise our hands as to say the Holy Ghost was on that track. Run it back, Mr. DJ, Mr. Humphrey, Mr. Johnson, Mr. Camacho. Much respect. Now, we may have lost the space, And some of us may have died and gone To a better place, but we still will never, Ever Lose our earth song. Just as long as I've got soul, I've got enough. Just as long as I've got soul, I've got enough. Just as long as I've got soul, I've got enough. Just as long as I've got soul, I've got enough. All aboard if you wanna be down. Don't fake it 'cause we know your face. So at the door, you will pay your twenty-dollar Don't-care-if-we-holler bill. Oh yeah, and we're trying to take it back Like when it was all Black. So if you got a white friend, we'll let Him in, but don't let it happen again. That's virtually impossible, my friend. It's just that I love my people, unlike the Ku Klux Klan. We'll never kill another man out Of fear that he's better. I love my people because the songs that they Sing, they sing with soul and sincerity. From Sable J to Mary J, sisters that have Found their way through this house of house. Just open up your mouth and you can be A star at the bar. Commercially incorrect, but spiritually, we are free To sing and do what we feel in the Studio, unlike Coolio. Ten cities were built around this house, and on Each block lived a family. Blaze, Adeva, Shanay, Burrell, Marshall Jefferson, CeCe, and the Mayor. How could you not care Raise your hands and be joyous when all the Buildings had woofers and tweeters for windows, and The sun was a strobe? Light up a spliff, set yourself adrift on memory Bliss. Hey Cheetahs, The Loft, Diana Ross, The Boss playing at jet level, the sensation Migration for all the hip-hop household. That shit gets me mad when I think about How they tore down our house and turned them Into Italian creeping, Puerto Rican jeeping, Japanese speaking, Play-your-own-record-at-your-own-club industry. Telling me it's not Black enough or it's too Black. Smack, what was that? A hand across my face, trying to put me In a place where I've always been. But when you get a hit, they wanna be Your friend. But that's all right because they know that I Know that they know that I know that they Know that I know. Just as long as I've got my soul, I've got enough. I've got enough. Just as long as I've got soul, I've Got enough. Just as long as I've got soul, I've got enough. Just as long as I've got soul, I've got enough. Just as long as I've got soul, I've got enough. Just as long as I've got soul, I've got enough. Just as long as I've got soul, I've got enough.