Pride lyrics

“And during the few moments that we have left, we want to talk, right down to
earth, in a language that everybody here can easily understand.� (Malcolm X)

Look in my eyes, what do you see?
the Cult of Personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I've been everything you wanna be ohhh…
I'm the Cult of Personality
Like Mussolini and Kennedy
I'm the Cult of Personality

(J. Brown / B. Byrd)

You can't tell me how to run my life down
and you can't tell me how to keep my fitness sound
you can't tell me what i'm doing wrong
when you keep dialing and sing that same old funny song
you can't tell me which way to go
cause i'm six and seven and then some more

like a dull knife that just can't cut
just talking a lot and saying nothing

“Glamour boys”

The glamour boys swear they are a diva
the glamour boys have it all under control
always dancing and always laughing
The glamour boys are playing the role

The glamour boys never have no money
The glamour boys wear the most expensive clothes
The glamour boys al always at the party
where the money comes from heaven only knows

I ain’t no glamour boy - I’m fierce

V. Reid

I always thought our relationship was cool
You played the role of having sense
I always played the fool
Now something's different
I don't know the reason why
Whenever we separate
I almost want to cry

Chorus:
Oh no, please not that again
Love rears up its ugly head

And when I come home late you don't complain or call
So as a consequence I don't go out at all

(A.Green / M.Hodges)

you know in this
sin sick world we live in
gotta have something
to help you through the day
in this world full of frustration
lack of hope, despair
there's something in this world
to help your day
no, i'm not talking 'bout drugs, baby
no, i'm not talking 'bout alcohol
what i'm talkin' 'bout love and - love and happiness

something's going wrong
someone's on the phone

Well like a descendant, I drifted far, far and wide
Isolation, separation, no where to hide
Maybe there's somewhere I can go
Where there's sunshine and the wind won't blow

Nothingness
All I have to feel is my lonliness
Nothing in the attic 'cept an empty chest
And nothing lasts forever

Although there are many, I look for no one, no one but me

Will Calhoun

When I speak out loud
You say I'm crazy
When I'm feeling proud
You say I'm lazy
I look around and see the true reality

You like our hair
You love our music
Our culture's large, so you abuse it
Take time to understand, I'm an equal man

Chorus:
History's a lie that they teach you in school
A fraudulent view called the golden rule
A peaceful land that was born civilized

M. Stewart, Willian Calhoun, Corey Glover, Vernon Reid, Doug Wimbish. Recorded October 1994.

Feel the tension mounting in the air
No one seems to give a damn
No one seems to care
There'll be no submission, no surrender
Release, release, release the pressure

Tear off the mask of illusion
Smash on the screens
Where nothing is ever what is seems
There'll be no submission, no surrender

M. Stewart, Corey Glover, Doug Wimbish, Vernon Reid and Willian Calhoun

How many times must we tell them
are they never gonna learn

How many times must we tell them
are they never gonna learn
This is sacred ground, sacred ground

How many times must we tell them
are they never gonna learn
This is sacred ground, sacred ground

For all those trying to make a stand,

V. Reid, C. Glover

When it hurts to be out there
Where no one will care
I've got the solace of you

Frustrated by people's lying
But I keep on trying
I've got the solace of you

When I can't think straight
And there's no escape
I've got the solace of you

Gotta go inside back where it started
Back to the beginning
'Cause that's where my heart is

They can hurt me, jail my body

Time's up/the rivers have no life
Time's up/the world is full of strife
Time's up/the sky is falling
Time's up/the Lord is calling

How you gonna stop the clock
When the well runs dry
All the rivers have died
Moment by moment, day by day
The world is just slipping away
Your future won't save your past
The time is now, it won't last
The time is nigh
Time to do-or-die

Stereotype
Monotype
Blood type
Are you my type?
Minimalism
Abstract expressionism
Postmodernism
Is it?

We are the children of concrete and steel
This is the place where the truth is concealed
This is the time when the lie is revealed
Everything is possible, but nothing is real

Corporate religion
Televangahypnotism
Suffer till you die
For the sweet-bye-and-bye

Stereotype
Monotype
Blood type
Are you my type?
Minimalism
Abstract expressionism
Postmodernism
Is it?

We are the children of concrete and steel
This is the place where the truth is concealed
This is the time when the lie is revealed
Everything is possible, but nothing is real

Corporate religion
Televangahypnotism
Suffer till you die
For the sweet-bye-and-bye

this song last 2m 15sec and is instrumental .. thank you