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The GRAMMY Award-winning powerful and energetic gospel minster of God, Kirk Franklin is on again with this song which he titles “Revolution” featuring Mali Music, You’ll surely love it.
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Lyrics: Revolution by Kirk Franklin
The book of revelations, chapter 7, verses 16 and 17
Yes sir!
“They shall hunger no more neither shall they thirst anymore!”
Preach, preacher
“For God shall wipe away…”
Yes sir
“…every tear from their eyes.”
Yes sir
Get ready for a revolution
Come on, come on, come on, come on
What you say
Listen
Do you want a revolution?!
Say do you want a revolution?!
Come on!
Say what
Do you want a revolution?!
Come on!
Do you want a revolution?!
Sick and tired of my brothers
Killing each other
Sick and tired of daddies
Leavin’ babies with their mothers
To every man who wants to lay around
And play around
Yes sir
Listen partner
You be man enough to stay around
Come on
Sick and tired of the church talkin’ religion
And, yet, we talk about each other, makin’ decisions
Come on
No more racism!
No. Two-facism!
No. No pollution!
No. The solution?
A revolution!
Come on
Yes sir, listen
Do you want a revolution?!
I say do you want a revolution?!
Come on!
Yes sir, yes sir, listen
Do you want a revolution?!
I say do you want a revolution?!
No crime! No. No dying!
No. Politicians lying, everybody’s trying
That’s right
To make a dollar
It makes me wanna holler
The way they do my life
They way they do my life
There’s gonna be a brighter day
Yes sir
All your troubles will pass away
Hallelujah
A revolution’s coming
Come on
Yes it’s coming, comin’
Come on
Revolution’s comin
Come on, come on, come on
Yes it’s comin, revolution’s comin’ coming
Listen, listen
Do you want a revolution?!
I say do you want a revolution?!
Come on!
Yes sir
All my people
Do you want a revolution?!
I say do you want a revolution?!
[Kirk Franklin:]
Say what you feelin’? What you want son?
Who you callin’ to son?
You know Jesus is the true son
The second in the Trinity
I know you feelin’ him
Five hundred days left until the new millennium
You hearing ’em
Trumpets crack the sky
Christ the last, the first, the first, the last
And won’t pass
So don’t be caught slippin’ brother
Don’t be trippin’ brother
‘Cause when I see ’em
You better not be dippin’ brother
[Darkchild:]
Everywhere we go, we say we move too much, we do too much
And if you step against us, then you lose to much
Ain’t no stoppin’ what I’m doin’
When the spirit movin’
Don’t be hatin’ what I’m doin
I’m the vessel he’s usin’
Say what
Everywhere I be they try to judge me
They try to shake me, they try to budge me
But they can’t break me, ’cause I’m down with Christ
Darkchild and Nu Nation make ya feel alright
Where my east coast saints at?
Yes sir, yes sir
Where my west coast saints at?
Come on
Where my Detroit saints at?
Come on
Where my Dallas saints at?
Where my chi-town saints at?
Come on
Where my ATL saints at?
Come on
Where my Jersey saints at?
Come on
Where my uptown saints at?
Come on, come on, come on
Where my preachers at?
With their hands up!
Where they got ’em
Come on
Up, they got their hands up
Oh, where my saints at?
With their hands up
Where they got ’em
Up, they got their hands up
Oh, where my folk at?
With their hands up
Where they got ’em
Up, they got their hands up
Oh, where my people at?
With their hands up
Where they got ’em
Up, they got their hands up
Oh, where my people at?
With their hands up
Oh come on
Up, they got their hands up
Oh, where my saints at?
With their hands up
Oh come on
Up, they got their hands up
Oh, where my saints at?
With their hands up
Where they got ’em
Up, they got their hands up
Oh, where my folk at?
With their hands up
Oh come on
Up, they got their hands up
Where my DC saints at?
Come on
Where my Nashville saints at?
Where my Houston saints at?
Come on
Where my Philly saints at?
Where my Cleveland saints at?
Where my Chi-town saints at?
Come on
Where my Tampa saints at?
Listen
Where my Fort Worth saints at?
All my real loud saints
With their hands up
Throw your hands up!
Up they got their hands up!
All my real loud saints
With their hands up
Up they got their hands up!
Throw your hands up!
Throw your hands up!
Throw your hands up!
All my real loud saints
With their hands up
Throw your hands up!
Up they got their hands up!
All my real loud saints
With their hands up
Throw your hands up!
Lift the hands up
Up they got their hands up!
[Repeat with ad-libs until fade:]
Do you want a revolution?!
Say do you want a revolution?!
Come on!