Soulsville - Rumer

Black man, born free

At least that’s the way it’s supposed to be

Chains that bind him are hard to see

Unless you take this walk with me

Place where he lives, it’s got plenty of names

Slum, Ghetto and Black belt, and they’re one and the same

And I call it Soulsville

Soulsville

Any kind of job is hard to find

That means an increase in the welfare line

Crime rate is rising too

If you were hungry, what would you do?

Rent is two months past due

On a building that’s falling apart

Little boy needs a pair of shoes

And this is only a part of life in Soulsville

Soulsville

Some of the brothers got plenty of cash

Tricks on the corner gonna see to that

Some like to smoke and some like to blow

Some are even strung out on a $ 50 Jones

Some are trying to ditch reality, by getting so high

Only to find out, you can never reach the sky

When your roots are in Soulsville

Soulsville

Every Sunday morning, you can hear the sisters sing

«Hallelujah, Hallelujah, trust in the Lord to make a way, «Oh I hope that He hears their prayers

Because deep in their souls they believe

That one day He’ll put an end

To all the misery that we have in Soulsville

Soulsville

Soulsville

Soulsville

Soulsville

Soulsville

Soulsville