Verse 1: Ebony American, heart is torn in two.
Watching his soul disappear with no trace or clue.
A brother got lost living for the city taking dope from the man.
Ain't nowhere to run when it's from Uncle Sam.
hey.

Chorus: Paris 1798430. My soul's in hiding.
That's where a brother be hiding 'til he gets his due.
Paris 1798430. My soul's in hiding. give me a call so we can live as large as you.

Verse 2: Tears spill out in anger for 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!)

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