#Kirk Franklin Revolution

The Book of Revelations
Chapter 7: Verses 16 and 17 (yes sir)
They shall hunger no more
Neither shall they thirst anymore (preach, preacher)
And God shall wipe away (yes, sir)
Every tear from the eye (yes, sir)
Get ready for the revolution
(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on)
Whoa, whoa
Do you want a revolution?
Whoop, whoop
Said do you want a revolution?
Whoop, whoop
Whoa, whoa
Do you want a revolution?
Whoop, whoop
Come on, do you want a revolution?
Whoop, whoop
Sick and tired of my brothers that's killin' each other
Sick and tired of daddies leavin' babies with their mothers
So every man that wanna lay around and play around
Listen, partner, you be man enough to stay around (come on)
Sick and tired of the church, talkin' religion
But yet we talk about each other, make a decision
No more racism (no), two face-ism (no)
No pollution (no), the solution (no)
A revolution
Whoa, whoa
Listen, do you want a revolution?
Whoop, whoop
I said, do you want a revolution?
Whoop, whoop (come on)
Whoa, whoa
Listen, do you want a revolution?
Whoop, whoop
I said, do you want a revolution?
Whoop, whoop
No crime (no), no dying (no)
Politicians lying (uh), everybody's trying
To make a dollar, it makes me wanna holler
The way I do my life, the way they do my life
There's gonna be a brighter day
All your troubles will pass away
A revolution's comin', yes, it's comin', comin'
Revolution's comin', yes, it's comin'
A revolution's comin', comin'
Whoa, whoa
Listen, listen, do you want a revolution?
Whoop, whoop
I said, do you want a revolution?
Whoop, whoop
Whoa, whoa
All my people, do you want a revolution?
Whoop, whoop
I said, do you want a revolution?
Whoop, whoop
What you feelin', what you want, son?
Who you callin' to, son?
You know Jesus is the truth, son?
The second in the Trinity, I know you feelin' Him
Five-hundred days left, until the new millennium
You hearin' Him, trumpet soundin'
Christ, the Last, the First, the First, the Last, it won't pass
So don't be caught slippin', brother, don't be trippin', brother
'Cause when I see Him, I'm givin' it
Even when we go they say we move too much, we do too much
And if you step against us, then you lose too much
Ain't no stoppin' what we doin' when the Spirit is 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 buzz me
But they can't break me 'cause I'm down with Christ
Darkchild and Nu Nation make me feel alright
Where all my East Coast saints at? Whoop whoop
Where my West Coast saints at? Whoop whoop
Where my Detroit saints at? Whoop whoop
Where my Dallas saints at? Whoop whoop
Where my Chi-Town saints at? Whoop whoop
Where my ATL saints at? Whoop whoop
Where my Jersey saints at? Whoop whoop
Where my Uptown towns saints at?
Where my preachers at?
With their hands up, up, they got their hands up
Where the saints at?
With their hands up
Where they got 'em? Up, they got their hands up
Where my folk at?
With their hands up up, they got their hands up
What do the people say
With their hands up
Where they got 'em? Up, they got their hands up
Where my people at
With their hands up up, they got their hands up
Where the saints at?
With their hands up up, they got their hands up
Where the saints at?
With they hands up?
Where they got 'em? Up, they got their hands up
Where my folk at?
With they hands up? Up, they got their hands up
Where my DC saints at? Whoop whoop
Where my Nashville saints at? Whoop whoop
Where my Houston saints at? Whoop whoop
Where my Philly saints at? Whoop whoop
Where my Cleveland saints at? Whoop whoop
Where my Charlotte saints at? Whoop whoop
Where my Tampa saints at? Whoop whoop
Where my Fort Worth saints at?
All my real live saints, throw your hands up
With their hands up, up, they got their hands up
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up
All my real live saints, throw your hands up
With their hands up, up, they got their hands up
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up
All my real live saints, lift your hands up
With their hands up, up, they got their hands up
Lift your hands up, lift your hands up
All my real live saints, lift your hands up
With their hands up, up, they got their hands up
Lift your hands up, lift your hands up
Whoa, whoa
Do you want a revolution?
Whoop, whoop
Do you want a revolution?
Whoop, whoop
Whoa, whoa
Do you want a revolution?
Whoop, whoop
Do you want a revolution?
Whoop, whoop
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