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S.S.T.



Prince - S.S.T. - Текст песни

Who will b a guest in Ur tent?

Certainly not the ones who don't wanna repent

And keep giving guns 2 the poorest of our nation's sons

Who is gonna call U by name?

With no confusion, trinity or preacher's vain?

Who says that everytime

and opens up the eyes of the blind?

Who will b the 1 in his bed?

certainly not the 1's who put thorns on his head

and wished him dead while they took his daily bread.

Which 1 is of value to U?

The 1 depleting the oil supply

or the One that renews it

And keeps the peace...

Like the groove in Sade's sweetest taboo.

Who will b a guest in Ur tent?

R U gonna b happy with how Ur life has been spent?

Did u have open arms 4 each and everybody U met

Or did U let them die in the rain? Endless war, Poverty or hurricane...

It's time 4 another groove...

Like Sade's Sweetest Taboo.
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