SupportSupport
Touch My Soul: The Finest of Black Music, Vol. 22
Disc 1
01. A Woman’s Worth
02. Wish You Were Here
03. Ain’t It Funny
04. Take Away
05. A Woman’s Threat
06. Brotha
07. Girlfriend
08. Guilty
09. B With Me
10. Paid My Dues
11. Absolutely Not
12. Run Away (I Wanna Be with U)
13. I Do!!
14. I’m Hot
15. This I Promise You
16. Just Friends
17. Still on My Mind
18. I Miss You So Much
Disc 2
01. Break Ya Neck
02. Got Ur Self A…
03. Lookin’ at You
04. Dirty Dancin’
05. Hit ’em Up Style (Oops!)
06. Anything
07. Let’s Stay Home Tonight
08. I Ain’t Mad at Cha
09. Bouncin’ Back (Bumpin’ Me Against the Wall)
10. I Luv
11. How You Like That (ja, ja, ja)
12. Steppin’
13. How Does It Feel to Ya
14. Weekend
15. Take You Out
16. In the Air Tonite
17. Differences
18. Fairy Tale
Lets go
so so you think you can tell
heaven from hell
blue skies from pain
can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rain
a smile from a fair
do you think you can tell
did they get you to trade
your heroes for goals
hot ashes for trees
hot air for a cool breeze
cold comfort for change
did you exchange
a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in the game
whether your listening to hip hip-hop
or your tuning to rock
refugees on your box
we gonna take over ya blocks
lets go
how i wish, how i wish you were here
we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish-bowl
year after year
running over the same old ground
but have we found the same old fears
wish you were here
whether you listening to rock
or you pumping the hip-hop
refugees on your box
critics don't mistake this for just any cover tune
I'ma take ya all to the dark side of the moon
kicking in my moms womb this song was just a thought
a young refugee labeled, just come with a passport
dad used to tell me about the american dream
my dream was waking up the projects
a young teen listening to hip-hop
my brother tuned me into rock
put me up on pink floyd a band from the british blocks
whether you pumpin the hip hip-hop
or you tuning to rock
refugees in your box we gonna take over your blocks
from n.j. to bk to the uk
how i wish, how i wish you were here
we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish-bowl
year after year
running over the same old ground
but have we found the same old fears
wish you were here