The Book of Revelations
Chapter 7:Verses 16 and 17
They shall hunger no more,
Neither shall they thirst anymore (preach preacher!)
And God shall wipe away
Every tear from the eye
Get ready
For the revolution

[Chorus]
Do you want a revolution?
Whoop Whoop!
I said, Do you want a Revolution?
Whoop Whoop
Do you want a revolution?
Whoop Whoop
Come on, do you want a revolution?
Whoop Whoop!

Sick and tired of my brothers, killin' each other,
Sick and tired of Daddys leavin' babies with their mothers,
For every man who wants to lay around and play around,
It's important you be man enough to stay around

Sick and tired of the Church, talkin' religion
But then they talk about each other, make a decision
No more racism, two face-ism
No pollution

The solution
A revolution

[Chorus]

No crime, No dying
Politicians lying, Everybody's trying
To make at dollar, it makes me want to holler
The way I do my life, the way they do my life

There's gonna be a brighter day
All your troubles will pass away

A revolution's comin', yes its comin' comin' brother
A revolution's comin', yes it's comin'
A revolution's comin' comin'

[Chorus]

What you feelin', what you want, son?
Who you callin' to, son?
You know Jesus is the truth, son?
The second in the Trinity

Yeah I know you feelin' him
500 days left, until the new millennium
You hearin' him, the trumpet sounds
Christ, the last, the first, the first, the last, it won't pass

So don't be caught slippin', don't be trippin' brother
'Cause when I see him, I'm givin it, come on

Even when we go they say we move too much,
We do too much,
If you step against us,
Then you lose too much

Ain't no stoppin' what we doin' when the spirit is movin'
Don't be hatin' what we doin'
I'm the vessel he's usin'
Everywhere I be they try to judge me,

They try to shake me
They try to budge me
But they can't break me 'cause I'm down with Christ
Dark Child and Nu Nation make ya feel alright

Where my east coast saints at? Whoop Whoop!
Where my west coast saints at? Whoop Whoop!
Where my Detroit saints at? Whoop Whoop!
Where my Dallas saints at? Whoop Whoop!

Where my Chi Town saints at? Whoop Whoop!
Where my A-T-L saints at? Whoop Whoop!
Where my Jersey saints at? Whoop Whoop!
Where all my towns saints at? Whoop Whoop!

Put your hands up! Oh, they got their hands up! [Repeat: x4]

Where my DC saints at? Whoop Whoop!
Where my Nashville saints at? Whoop Whoop!
Where my Newsville saints at? Whoop Whoop!
Where my Philly saints at? Whoop Whoop!

Where my Denver saints at? Whoop Whoop!
Where my Charlotte saints at? Whoop Whoop!
Where my Tampa saints at? Whoop Whoop!
Where my Fort Worth saints at? Whoop Whoop!

Where all my saints at, (put your hands up)

Put your hands up! Oh, they got their hands up! [Repeat: x4]

[Repeat Chorus]

Writer : JERKINS, RODNEY ROY/FRANKLIN, KIRK
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing