Brown Paper People

See a continent hidden See a paradise crazy See the gods who were strangers In a liquid gold city See the brown, brown paper people See the footprint and the money See the funny, funny, funny bird snake man See the gold in his garden See the gold in his garden See the gold in his garden See the dance in the hip-hop, they hold to the lie Then show me graphic that Africa will die And so let there be war by the unspoken source In the struggle to survive Tell me, tell me what money can buy Only when we lose our loved ones Do we realize that we are alive See together tomorrow See the people take cover See the god then no goodness Know the free trade and the hunger See the mind on a pillow See the anger and the lonely Touch the wisdom Welcome water Feel the mother Feel the ripple Feel the ripple Feel the ripple, feel the ripple All around you All around you All around you See the ripple Feel the ripple