Artist: Common Album: The Dreamer/The Believer Song: The Believer (Remix) * Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com * - Target CD bonus track [Common] These are the words of a believer achiever, leader of the globe Feed the souls of those in need, I bleed the blood of the struggle, walkin over troubled puddles Hustles in my chest, no hustle no progress Extremities of life and its process Birth of a son, death of another With love I caress both mothers and told 'em, "Who's in control is the one that's above us" I walk where money talks and love stutters Body language of a nation goin through changes The young become dangerous, pain gets spent into anger Anger gets sent through the chamber It's tough when your own look like strangers We are the sons of gangsters and stone rangers If he could, how would Ernie Barnes paint us? Look at the picture, hard not to blame us But time forgives in the Chi where the young die often Do they end up in a coffin because we haven't taught them? Is it what we talkin we really ain't walkin? Dues hustlers pay, how much did it cost 'em? Find myself on the same corner that we lost 'em Real talkin, in they ear like a Walkman Thoughts spin around the corner, to the world When I see them, I see my baby girl - Believe Haha! Yeah... Yeah, time the uh-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-uh-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, uh, uh, uh... Yo.. Yeah! The Lord lives among us, the younger's hunger become a means to get it, by any ways nece-ssary Under pressure, children feelin lesser with the steel up on the dresser, killin will aggressors Destiny's Children, +Survivors+, +Soldiers+ In front of buildings they eyes look older Hard to see blessings in the violent culture Face against weapons, sirens, holsters That ain't the way that Langston Hughes wrote us Soul controllers on the shoulders of Moses and Noah We go from being Precious to Oprah Cultivated to overcome ever since we came overseas Today and the way that you can see we determined Solar keeps burnin, shawty's know to keep learning Lesson's in our life, but life stripes that we earning Took gramp's advice that Christ is returning Like a thief in the night, I write the beacons of light For those of us in dark alleys and parched valleys Street hits spark rallies of the conscience conquerors of a contest, that seems beyond us Even through the unseen, I know that God watches From one King's dream, he was able to Barack us... The prophets... Nothing can stop us, uh~! The prophets... Nothing can stop us.. Yo, yeah {Common "uh-ah"'s and ad-libs until fade}