Paris 1798430 Lyrics - Tevin Campbell

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Paris 1798430, Paris 1798430 

Ebony American heart torn in two 

Watching his soul disappear with no trace or clue 

A brother got lost livin' for the city, takin dope from the man 

Ain't nowhere to run when it's from Uncle Sam 

Paris 1798430, my soul's in hiding 

That's where a brotha be hidin' 'til he get his due 

Paris 1798430, my soul's in hiding 

Gimme a call when we can live as large as you do 

Tears spill out in anger, our black is now blue 

Our blood can be spilled as well but it will not make the news 

Unless we're taken out one by one for the wrongs we have done 

What else can you live by if you die by the gun? Bang 

Paris 1798430, my soul's in hiding 

That's where a brotha be hidin' 'til he get his due 

Paris 1798430, my soul's in hiding 

Gimme a call when we can live as large as you do 

So, you know his mother will raise him 

You know like the best she can 

And uh, you know it could have been much easier 

You know if she had like another man 

And uh, it's kinda hard being happy 

You know livin' on hopes and good luck 

And uh, it's kinda hard having pride 

When you ain't got bucks 

Paris 1798430, my soul's in hiding 

My soul's in hiding, oh my soul's in hiding 

When a baby cries, you know I envy his tears 

So little does he know of the ignorance and fear 

That will divide us until we are willing to change 

Until the cup that we drink from is the very same 

My soul will be hiding, my soul will be hiding 

Hiding, hiding, hiding, Paris 1798430 

That's where a brotha be hidin' 'til he get his due 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Paris 1798430, give me a call 

Gimme a call when we can live as large as you do 

I will listen, Paris 1798430, I will listen 

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