Long And Whining Road Lyrics - How You Sell Soul To A Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul? - Public Enemy

[verse 1] 

Its been a long and whining road 

Even though time keeps a changin 

Ima bring it all back home 

I been told i spit lyrics wit politics 

Why wouldnt i? 

Says negro on my birth certificate 

Born in 1960 in a nation 

Throughout / ive been a spokesperson 

For a generation 

Within the same ol fear of a black planet 

20 years of blood sweat and no tears for fanatics 

So damn it 

If times is hard 

Time is god 

Understand it 

Never took time for granted 

Its all right ma 

As child of the sixties 

All along the watchtower 

I cant bet they gonna miss me 

Im only bleeding 

Every grain in me 

Fans if not for you 

There be no pe 

From the nashville skyline 

Girls in south country 

In this world gone wrong 

So heres another love song 

[verse 2] 

We came a long way baby 

You know whats amazin 

The surprise we told these new guys 

Flav has always been crazy 

Hit london 87 like it was an invasion 

Toured the world for 3 years 

Hell with vacation 

Vocation of vocalization 

Especially with the impact of it takes a nation 

Of millions to hold us back 

You bet theres blood on them bomb squad tracks 

Black steel , baseheads, party for your right to fight 

Prophets of rage , bring the noise 

Dont believe the hype 

Cant do nuttin for you man 

911 is a joke 

20 years we got here by actin like common folk 

Touring the world like a rolling stone 

Then the nineties came 

Welcomed yall to the terrordome 

Some threw it away , instead of something to say 

Cause the streets still ended up havin no names 

Since rebel without a pause beats were never the same 

And by 1998 we still had game. 

[verse 3] 

Only a pawn in the game 

Chastised for namin names 

What was said and who said it 

Anti nothing so forget it 

Tears of rage left a friend 

Blowin in the wind 

But time is god 

Been back for 10 years and black again 

Some of them same cats 

Help usher in gangster rap 

Damn our interviews were better than a lotta them acts. 

Praised the gangsta 

Just because it sold 

While consciousness 

Went from platinum to gold 

Seen a nation reduce fight the power to gin and juice 

Some people gave it up and turned it loose. 

[verse 4] 

Beethoven, bach brahms 

I want some james brown 

Even bruce, brian, bono, beck, yeah chuck berry 

Prince stevie sly smokey johnny cash in my chevy 

Heard some call me an uncle tom 

Now thats petty 

I'm a songwriter fool 

I condense sense from right and wrong 

Livin in the key of protest songs 

From basement tapes 

Beyond them dollars and cents 

Changin of the guards spent 

Where the--went 

Most of their time out of mind 

Hatin my mess age rhymes 

Cant truss it, shut em down call it whatcha wanna 

But they made a day fit for a king 

By the time we got to arizona 

Tommorrows a long time 

We got god on our side 

Over bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes ride 

A poison goin on 

Shelter from the storm 

Hard rain gonna fall 

Still the people rock on.