Lifeline - Citizen Cope

When you’re so long gone, you can’t help yourself

When you’re so dead wrong

Let alone no one else

Well the children still dying in the streets

The babies still living with disease

The cops got guns, the poor folks got sons

Who work for Mr. Franklin every week

If you’ve come looking for hard times

Hard times ain’t hard to find

Cause we’ve been given that lifeline

Only once in a lifetime

Baby we were born

Maybe we were born

To be sure… to endure

When the storm comes

Got them sad eyes

Got them cat eyes

Got your angels tired

From saving your life

So you would be best

To contain yourself

Before you end up killed

His bare feet

Touch her bare feet

The air breaths sweet

At the mountains peak

And I forgot

What the wise man said

About that ancient thread

Baby we were born

Maybe we were born

To be sure… to rejoice

When it succumbs