Prodigal Funk Lyrics - Jones Keziah

Ooowee, who to believe? 

Father's turned into a child 

Oh Lord have mercy on me 

Oh please look through my eyes 

Look through my eyes, it's no surprise 

Oh why do they treat you badly? 

When you sleep slaves know they're free 

Your pain is killing me 

Your shadow weeps in my room 

Weeps in my room, you aged too soon 

And now? It's the prodigal funk 

No-one knows where it's come from 

One wish one last fools wish 

Please show the blinded road, the blinded road 

And then I'll go 

Ooowe, who to believe? 

Mothers turned into fear 

Oh Lord have mercy on me 

Tell feeling to pull us near, to pull us near 

I promise I won't compare 

And now? A strangers at my door 

Offering me money to say some more 

Should I take the gold and run? 

Or should I play the prodigal funk, the prodigal funk 

See me gone 

Upon your crown of beautiful white hair 

I cried on 

My tears flowed where flowers don't dare 

To lie on or die on 

Because they know that 

Wherever the thruth is born 

The day will come 

Some say that black is despair 

But you shine on 

Some say Africa's going nowhere 

You proved them wrong, them wrong 

Cos they know wherever the truth is born 

The day will come, the day will come, the day will come.