The Cure
(John Flynn)

Some trees once sprouted in an ancient city
Their leaves were deadly poison so they say
Some cried build a cage around them
Some screamed cut them down
But  one  man said let us find a way
to understand what makes these trees so dangerous
For he  was both a healer and a sage
From their bark he brewed medicines
to help the  cityís sick children
and fight the desperate illness of his age

Chorus:
Sometimes the cure for the pain is in the pain
Baby put the spoon up to your lips
Sometimes the truth is running in  your  vein
Sometimes it slipsÖ 
through your finger tips 

Black men grew up in a white manís city
Branded dangers to society
Some cried build a cage around them
Some screamed cut them down
We locked them up and threw away the key
Though boys can grow wild without men beside them
on streets so full of hopelessness and rage
we strip poor neighborhoods and schools
and families of the very tools
they need to fight the illness of our age

Sometimes the cure for the pain is in the pain
Baby put the spoon  up to your lips
Sometimes the truth is running in  your vein
Sometimes it dripsÖ 
from  your finger tips

Bridge:

All trees have roots
Brother Justice reminds us
you canít put menís eyes out
then curse them for blindness
All trees have roots
Brother Justice reminds us
again and again and again...

(repeat second chorus)

 

 


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