Paris 1798430

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