Lyrics:
Negro Spiritual

You wanna pop pop pop You wanna click click click You wanna shoot You wanna shoot You wanna shoot Shoot everything you came to shoot Do everything

I only got one question you aint even gotta answer it I?m a sing it before I go into this song Does anybody love a nigga I thinks not cause they keep

In perplexed dementia, where sanity is my vanity With honour I bear the mark of Satan Triumphant beast in heavenly defeat Disguised in gloom, I wear the

arms open wide Armoured and filled with painful pleasure Reflecting streams of monstrous mirages I will not hide Loosing control in seductive madness Spiritual

With hearts of midnight, brightened by his infernal light We stand as a monolith of wrath, united under the goath of a thousand young Two horns thrust

Erotic and dreamlike, still in its mortal disguise A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theater The painted angels, shadowed high above Once they

may not be the darkest Brotha But I was always told to act my age and not my color Knowin' that my color was that of the original So now I sing the new negro spiritual

men and white men Jews and gentiles, protestants and catholics Will be able to join hands and Sing in the words of the old negro spiritual Free, free

Get down, get down Get down, get down Get down, get down Lift every voice and sing Yeah, but we gon' lift every fist and swing So save the Negro spiritual