Lyrics of S.s.t.

Who will b a guest in ur tent?
Certainly not the ones who don't wanna repent
And keep giving guns 2 the poorest of our nation's sons
Who is gonna call u by name?
With no confusion, trinity or preacher's vain?
Who says that everytime
And opens up the eyes of the blind?
Who will b the 1 in his bed?
Certainly not the 1's who put thorns on his head
And wished him dead while they took his daily bread.
Which 1 is of value to u?
The 1 depleting the oil supply

Or the one that renews it
And keeps the peace...
Like the groove in sade's sweetest taboo.
Who will b a guest in ur tent?
R u gonna b happy with how ur life has been spent?
Did u have open arms 4 each and everybody u met
Or did u let them die in the rain? endless war, poverty or hurricane...
It's time 4 another groove...
Like sade's sweetest taboo.