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    "Revelation" Lyrics

    2 Live Crew

    One two
    We don't stop


    [ VERSE 1 ]
    A revolution of mass confusion, brothers killin each other
    Robbin their mother, father, sister and brother
    They don't wanna get a job, or go to school
    They think it's cool, but they're playin the fool
    It's now 1984, five hundred years later
    We're dominating both sides of the Aequator

    In sports, music, and makin love
    But yet we still have trouble rising above
    It's said that in the later days
    People shall be movin in different ways
    There'll be many false prophets, devils in disguise
    Performin illusions before your very eyes
    Some have eyes to see, and ears to hear
    But they cannot utilize them because of fear
    You have sell-out brothers who will sell their heart
    For fame and fortune or to get a head start
    But in the long run they will see
    That they are nothin else but victims of prophecy
    Time is running short, the world is in damnation
    Refuse to follow the laws of creation
    You can not all be Jesus Christ
    But you still can make some sacrifice
    If not for anyone for yourself
    Cause you have nothin to prove to anyone else

    We don't longer have a sheperd now, we're lost sheep
    Have to open your eyes, you can't afford to sleep
    And a major factor is jealousy
    Which stops us from obtainin the unity
    Come on

    You don't stop

    [ VERSE 2 ]
    Times are hard, and people are chillin
    You can't get a job, but you know you're willin
    So you go down to the unemployment line
    And the man throws you out on your behind
    Then you find some transportation, and you go back home
    And find your wife cryin on the telephone
    The police called to say that your job is ill
    She tried to o.d. on a bottle of pills
    Now you're mad as hell, and can't take it no more

    So you grab your gun and walk out the door
    You find another brother and you take their check
    And deep down inside you know you're riskin your neck
    How do you know they don't have a knife?
    But you have your gun, so then you take their life
    Now your pocket is full, but can't you see
    That your soul will burn in hell for eternity?
    See, I remember back in Brooklyn, when I was a child
    Actin wild, cause that was the stlye
    But as I grew older, I learned the deal
    Because my old lady told me, "Son, be for real
    You have a chance to be an architect or scientist
    So why do you choose to be like this?"
    You have to get yourself together before it's too late
    It's up to you to be a bum or someone great
    We all have it in us, and that is why
    They tell us lies to cover our eyes
    So we are not able to see the light
    And differentiate wrong from right
    You see, the road to vanity is filled with flowers
    You better be careful of its hypnotic powers
    While the road to truth is long and full if distress
    But if you make it through, you're truly the best
    Come on
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Miguel Dos Ramos Sousa Marques, Tiago Manuel Azevedo Afonso, Danilo De Freitas Warick, Miguel Palma De Oliveira Marques.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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