Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Mist rising on the horizon

Listenin’ with my ears and listenin’ with my eyes and

Listenin’ until we've ridden the mud from the parasite

Listenin’ until our hearts start to glisten, realize

Share the vision and my rhythms and we'll melt the ice

Start sizzlin’, spilling from the ceiling, bread dripping drizzling

Close to the broken-heart, them crushed in spirit

Redeem the soul of your servant seek his, pursue it

Keep the sparkle in your eyes

Oh you know, we're not gon die, like flyin’

Soul times for the times when we'll stay unified

The eyes of Hashem are to the righteous and he hears their

Chorus

Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby

Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby

Jerusalem breathes, bringin’ me ease from the Brooklyn squeeze,

Dirty boppin’ and a bring ya down to ya knees

Track ya like a lion, leave me be

When they come with their disease to drag us into the street,

My law's still pure, you can't take that from me,

3000 years until this last century,

Impossible to break the seal of the High Priest,

Yo, I say the branches on the trees them bow to these

Swaying to the melodies,

Craving for the slaves to bring redemption please

I am you, you are me

No more leaders, we must flea ,We want see God in our enemy

Chorus

Solo

Mist rising on the horizon

Listenin’ with my ears and listenin’ with my eyes and

Listenin’ until we've ridden the mud from the parasite

Listenin’ until our hearts start to glisten, realize

Share the vision and my rhythms and we'll melt the ice

Start sizzlin’, spilling from the ceiling, bread dripping drizzling

Close to the broken-heart, them crushed in spirit

Redeem the soul of your servant seek his, pursue it

Keep the sparkle in your eyes

Oh you know, we're not gon die, like flyin’

Soul times for the times when we'll stay unified

The eyes of Hashem are to the righteous and he hears their

Chorus

Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby

Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby

Jerusalem breathes, bringin’ me ease from the Brooklyn squeeze,

Dirty boppin’ and a bring ya down to ya knees

Track ya like a lion, leave me be

When they come with their disease to drag us into the street,

My law's still pure, you can't take that from me,

3000 years until this last century,

Impossible to break the seal of the High Priest,

Yo, I say the branches on the trees them bow to these

Swaying to the melodies,

Craving for the slaves to bring redemption please

I am you, you are me

No more leaders, we must flea ,We want see God in our enemy

Chorus

Solo