Tevin Campbell - Paris 1798430Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Paris 1798430, Paris 1798430 Ebony American heart torn in two Watching his soul disappear with no trace or clue A brother got lost livin' for the city, takin dope from the man Ain't nowhere to run when it's from Uncle Sam Paris 1798430, my soul's in hiding That's where a brotha be hidin' 'til he get his due Paris 1798430, my soul's in hiding Gimme a call when we can live as large as you do Tears spill out in anger, our black is now blue Our blood can be spilled as well but it will not make the news Unless we're taken out one by one for the wrongs we have done What else can you live by if you die by the gun? Bang Paris 1798430, my soul's in hiding That's where a brotha be hidin' 'til he get his due Paris 1798430, my soul's in hiding Gimme a call when we can live as large as you do So, you know his mother will raise him You know like the best she can And uh, you know it could have been much easier You know if she had like another man And uh, it's kinda hard being happy You know livin' on hopes and good luck And uh, it's kinda hard having pride When you ain't got bucks Paris 1798430, my soul's in hiding My soul's in hiding, oh my soul's in hiding When a baby cries, you know I envy his tears So little does he know of the ignorance and fear That will divide us until we are willing to change Until the cup that we drink from is the very same My soul will be hiding, my soul will be hiding Hiding, hiding, hiding, Paris 1798430 That's where a brotha be hidin' 'til he get his due Yeah, yeah, yeah Paris 1798430, give me a call Gimme a call when we can live as large as you do I will listen, Paris 1798430, I will listen [Unverified]