Coming Day

Chorus: I’m looking for that coming day…I’m looking for that coming day....Ooooh

when the Lord calls me away/

Verse:
Look I just came off of the block, my auction was never joke, my colleagues and I were tagged, as soon as we got off the boat, sure we were offered a job, known as the chain and the rope, we're never ahead of the pack, projects are filled with us, back it up back it up/

Most of us felons, most of us born with no positive parents, who to teach us to read, or teach us how to be leaders, let alone ladies and gentlemen, how? They can't even leave us a tip, not even a scratch of inheritance, where's our benevolence, I'm looking forward to better then…/

Okay...where is our severance, who set the precedence, who do I pay, and what is the etiquette, cuz it's evident we wasn't good enough that's what they're tellin' us, and if that's the definite, definite deficit, prison and prison, we calling it resident cuz none of my people conceive to show us the joy of a positive marriage/

We only see burials, homicides and memorials, Education is terrible, patty wagons are chariots, tell me what's fair when what's good ain't near to me, no proximity, no access no opportunity, just gun smoke, and young folks, who need a day and a new identity//

Chorus:
I’m looking for that coming day…I’m looking for that coming day....Ooooh

when the Lord calls me away/

Verse 2:
My color means it's crime, my gender means I'm cruel, my name suggests I'm less, my slang says I'ma fool, the news will show me half, statistics proves me wrong, and God forbid I sag…He's running he's running, /

He's from a broken home, probably carries guns, if he didn't do it today, he probably did it once, probably stealing tons, probably dealin drugs, probably in the hood, probably gettin high/

I mean he's no Dylan Roof or James Holmes, he's more like Tamir Rice...Philando Castile, Alton Sterling, John Crawford, Jay Anderson, pull up and shoot on site...

feel them bullet holes, cuz of where you drove, cuz of what you wore, cuz of what you chose...land of the free home of the brave, now it takes courage to wear a hoodie when it's cold, so it's understandable, why they don't feel the hope, they just see the hype, cuz of what we show/ They choose the god of money, not the God who love'em, when you feel like your dead either way you go/

New tools gotta lett'em know who it is, it's not two sides who choose who lives, it don't take a Rubik's cube to see the color truth, or the whose whose of who's doing it big/ we're in the valley of the wolves and the lions..uh, in the belly of the beast and it's no relief, but it's a coming day for the ones who wait, for the new shalom, when He's takin the least...//

Chorus: I’m looking for that coming day…I’m looking for that coming day....Ooooh

when the Lord calls me away//