Fugees - Introduction

The year
Two-thousand and seventeen master!
The man
Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesied
The mission
To carry out the word of the shepherd into this cold world
In sheep's clothing
The group
I don't know
Who is the group
Tran-translators!

What can make a mighty man run?
Make him drop his pride and hide?
Too black, too strong, wrong
Spook sambo nigga jane
You ain't so bad, nor big
White sheets make you sad
'Fraid you're gonna hang ah
Now that's a black thing
Boy, you scared of me
Boo! See
Hide nigga hide, flee nigga flee run nigga run
If I got my hood, my cross, my tree my gun
My rope
And it's a long one

Written by:
Lauryn Hill, Pras Michel, Wyclef Jean

Publisher:
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