Black man, born free
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At least that's the way it's supposed to be
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The chains that binds him are hard to see
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Unless you take this walk with me
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Place where he lives got plenty of names
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Slums, ghetto and black belt
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They are one and the same
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And I call it Soulsville
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Any kind of job is hard to find
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That means an increase in the welfare lines
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The crime rate is rising too
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If you were hungry what would you do?
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Rent is two months past due
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On a building that's falling apart
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Little boy needs a pair of shoes
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This is only a part of Soulsville
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Some of the brothers got plenty of cash
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The tricks on the corner, gonna see to that
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Some like to smoke and some like to blow
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Some are even strung out on a fifty dollar Jones
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Some are trying to ditch reality by getting so high
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Only to find out you can never touch the sky
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'Cause your roots are in Soulsville, oh, yeah
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Every Sunday morning
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I can hear the sisters sayin'
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Hallelujah, Hallelujah
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Trust in the Lord to make a way, oh yeah
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I hope that He hears their prayers
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'Cause deep in their souls they believe
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One day He'll put an end to all this misery
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That they have here in Soulsville
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Soulsville, Soulsville, Soulsville
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Soulsville
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