Revolution - Kirk Franklin Lyrics

Book of revelations, chapter 7 verses 16 and 17
(yes sir!)
They shall hunger no more neither shall they thirst anymore!
(preach, preacher)
For god shall wipe away,
(yes sir)
every tear from there eyes.
(yes sir)
Get ready for a revolution.
What you say!
[chorus:]
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oooooh ooooh
Do you want a revolution?!
Whoo, whoo!
Say do you want a revolution?!
Whoo, whoo!
Come on!
[repeat chorus]
Sick and tired of my brothas
killing each other,
Sick and tired of daddies leavin'
babies with their mothers.
To every man who wants to lay
around and play around,
Listen partner, you should be man
enough to stay around.
Sick and tired of the church
talkin' religion,
and yet, they talk about
each other, makin' decisions.
No more racism! two-facism!
no pollution! the solution?
A revolution!
[chorus]
No crime! no dying!
politicians lying, everybody's trying
To make a dollar it makes me
wanna holler.
The way they do my life,
the way they do my life.
There's gonna be a brighter day,
all your troubles will pass away.
A revoltuion's comin,
yes it's comin, comin'.
Revolution's comin. yes it's comin,
revolution's comin' comin.
[chorus]
Kirk Franklin: What you feelin'?
what you want son?
who you callin' to son?
You know Jesus is the true son,
the second in the trinity
I know you feelin' him.
Five hundred days left
until the new millenium.
You hearin 'em, trumpets crack the
sky Christ the last, the first,
the first, the last and won't pass
So don't be caught slippin' brotha
don't be trippin' brotha
Cause when I see ya' you beter
not be dippin' brotha.
Darkchild: Everywhere we go,
we say we move to much,
we do to much,
But when you step against us
and you, you lose to much.
Ain't no stoppin' what I'm doin'
when the spirit movin'.
Don't be hatin' what i'm doin,
i'm the vessel he's usin'.
Everywhere I be they try to
judge me, they try to shake me,
they try to budge me,
But they can't break me,
cause i'm down with Christ.
Darkchild and Nu Nation
make ya feel alright.
Where my East Coast saints at?
Whoo whoo!
Where my West Coast saints at?
Whoo whoo!
Where my Detroit saints at?
Whoo whoo!
Where my Dallas saints at?
Whoo whoo!
Where my Atlanta saints at?
Whoo whoo!
Where my Miami saints at?
Whoo whoo!
Where my Nashville saints at?
Whoo whoo!
Where my fort worth saints at!!
All my real loud saints throw your hands up!
[simultaneously with the background]
[background:] with there hands up. up they got there hands up!
[repeat 4x ]
[chorus until fades ]