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---My Soul---
--Clifton Chenier--

[Intro:]They say The fool thinks himself to be wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
I say that, to say this.
You may take my life,
But you can’t take my soul!
But you can’t take my soul!
You may take my freedom
But you can’t take my soul!
But you can’t take my soul!
You may take my life,
But you can’t take my soul!
But you can’t take my soul!
You may take my freedom
But you can’t take my soul!
But you can’t take my soul!
[Verse 1:]They can’t use my music to advertise for Coca Cola
They can’t use my music to advertise for Motorola
They can’t use my music to advertise for anything
The truth, I guess that’s the reason the industry won’t let me in
Refuse to be a product or brand, I’m human
Refuse to contribute to the gangster Illusion
Whether I’m number One, Number two, or Number Three
I’m unique and there will never be another me
And there never be another you
Be proud of who you are, don’t copy what the others do
They are not superior, you are not inferior
When we realize that is gonna be hysteria
Not commercial, always controversial what my pen has written
When they listen many have risen from the mental prison
That’s why you never see my face upon the television
But every time I try to sleep I hear the devil singing
You may take my life,
But you can’t take my soul!
But you can’t take my soul!
You may take my freedom

But you can’t take my soul!
But you can’t take my soul!
You may take my life,
But you can’t take my soul!
But you can’t take my soul!
You may take my freedom
But you can’t take my soul!
But you can’t take my soul!
[Verse 2:]They can’t use my music to advertise a watch or your car
They can’t use my music to advertise a drink you got at the bar
They can’t use my music to advertise for anything
The truth, I guess that’s the reason the industry won’t let me in
My Integrity is the reason I’m thinking separately
Keep your three-sixty I can do this independently
It’s likely I’m quite mad (why?)
Cause I say with ease slavery gave the streets Nikey’s and Ipads
They don’t like my rhymes, see my style is like Electra
But I’d rather die, than smile with my oppressor
I’m an honorable student, with the facts and you’re Judis
Your not Hip Hop or Grime, your just McDonald’s music
Not commercial, always controversial what my pen has written
When they listen many have risen from the mental prison
That’s why you never see my face upon the television
But every time I try to sleep I hear the devil singing
You may take my life,
But you can’t take my soul!
But you can’t take my soul!
You may take my freedom
But you can’t take my soul!
But you can’t take my soul!
You may take my life,
But you can’t take my soul!
But you can’t take my soul!
You may take my freedom
But you can’t take my soul!
But you can’t take my soul!