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• Artiste: Marah
• Titre: Jesus in the Temple
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You see all black & white, like it's all so simple You always seem, to me, like Jesus in the temple Your reason for complete lack of tact is the letter of a law No honest man can exact Lately I've been waiting for something terrible to happen Like I'm full of dread Voices in my head from all over the whole wide world I fall asleep dreaming & wake up to the screaming out my window It's just a laughing little girl Two cops in a fight on a Saturday night On a New Year's Eve by the black & white Outside my front door, comin' through my walls From the street of fear in to the sacred halls of my home I can hear the sound so clear Of a strong black man callin' and end to the year I can't relax while watching snow or the tree glow on the wrapping I feel the pull of my own wool pulled over my eyes napping There's got to be a prayer left in my that can set my spirit free Some pride & joy left for me She's at work I'm all alone, a holiday turned in to stone Just like Medusa I cut loose and let my snake locks curl Your are holier than thou, but I know I'm the fattened cow laid out for dinner For God & His girl Two cops in a fight on a Saturday night On a New Year's Eve by the black & white Outside my front door, coming through my walls From the street of fear in to the sacred halls of my home I can hear the sound so clear Of a strong black man calling an end to the year With angry shouts & sorrowful moans With his arms stretched out to the rage of his tone When I stepped outside it just couldn't be denied An honest man will suffer judgment from another who's lied I reached out in the cold to hold my hand And I felt the ghosts & shame from the land where I stand