| 歌曲 | Soo Tall |
| 歌手 | Zion I |
| 专辑 | True & Livin' |
| 作曲 : Anderson, Gaines | |
| Gotta get up, gotta go to work | |
| Work so hard that your back all hurt | |
| Hurt so bad cause you work so hard | |
| Pick that cotton, work that yard | |
| Yard is hard cause the sun beat down | |
| Down beatin sun makes shoulders brown | |
| Shoulders brown and they might get burnt | |
| Masses whip if your back all hurt | |
| Hurts my family to live like dirt | |
| Like dirt live in the streets for show | |
| Winch your mast, I need that dough | |
| That dough needs so my kids can grow | |
| Grown kids can don't stand like me | |
| Be real tall for the world to see | |
| See my world is world be free but my free world is conspiracy | |
| Young and black and proud like me | |
| Black and proud, stop crowding me | |
| Crowding got clouds over me | |
| One day you'll be soo tall | |
| Move back, move back that morning sun | |
| Shine this light for everyone | |
| That light gon' shine, them clouds is done | |
| One day you'll be soo tall | |
| Gotta fight back and I'm pressed all up | |
| Against that wall and my life is stuck | |
| Stuck like this, I'mma stay fucked up | |
| Fucked up state when the beat don't bump | |
| Don't beat bump when you feel that thump | |
| In your chest cause you're blessed with funk | |
| Funk with blessings ain't it pumped | |
| Momma raised ya'll for days | |
| For days ya'll wanna hold me down | |
| Fit to clown up out to town | |
| Town about the world to struggle | |
| Struggle made me, stronger bubble | |
| Bubble's stronger, lasted longer | |
| Pray to God, gotta make me calmer | |
| Calmer make me, take me higher | |
| Babies need they pacifier | |
| Father made me better rhymer | |
| Rhymin better, living kinder | |
| Kinder living for the city | |
| Sinning with them tig ole bitties | |
| How's it diddy, lookin' pretty | |
| Pretty lookin got me shookin | |
| Make some lovin', keep it cookin | |
| Cookin keep it, come on peep it | |
| Love's the reason, we all need it | |
| Needed are we, Robert Marley | |
| Said one love now it's time to party | |
| Get on down like Gras de Mardi | |
| Love to each and everybody | |
| Everybody love to each | |
| Try to hear you with that speech | |
| Cause life is harder than a peach | |
| When you're young and black and proud like me | |
| Black and proud, stop crowding me | |
| Crowding got clouds over me | |
| One day you'll be soo tall | |
| Move back, move back that morning sun | |
| Shine this light for everyone | |
| That light gon' shine, them clouds is done | |
| One day you'll be soo tall |
| zuò qǔ : Anderson, Gaines | |
| Gotta get up, gotta go to work | |
| Work so hard that your back all hurt | |
| Hurt so bad cause you work so hard | |
| Pick that cotton, work that yard | |
| Yard is hard cause the sun beat down | |
| Down beatin sun makes shoulders brown | |
| Shoulders brown and they might get burnt | |
| Masses whip if your back all hurt | |
| Hurts my family to live like dirt | |
| Like dirt live in the streets for show | |
| Winch your mast, I need that dough | |
| That dough needs so my kids can grow | |
| Grown kids can don' t stand like me | |
| Be real tall for the world to see | |
| See my world is world be free but my free world is conspiracy | |
| Young and black and proud like me | |
| Black and proud, stop crowding me | |
| Crowding got clouds over me | |
| One day you' ll be soo tall | |
| Move back, move back that morning sun | |
| Shine this light for everyone | |
| That light gon' shine, them clouds is done | |
| One day you' ll be soo tall | |
| Gotta fight back and I' m pressed all up | |
| Against that wall and my life is stuck | |
| Stuck like this, I' mma stay fucked up | |
| Fucked up state when the beat don' t bump | |
| Don' t beat bump when you feel that thump | |
| In your chest cause you' re blessed with funk | |
| Funk with blessings ain' t it pumped | |
| Momma raised ya' ll for days | |
| For days ya' ll wanna hold me down | |
| Fit to clown up out to town | |
| Town about the world to struggle | |
| Struggle made me, stronger bubble | |
| Bubble' s stronger, lasted longer | |
| Pray to God, gotta make me calmer | |
| Calmer make me, take me higher | |
| Babies need they pacifier | |
| Father made me better rhymer | |
| Rhymin better, living kinder | |
| Kinder living for the city | |
| Sinning with them tig ole bitties | |
| How' s it diddy, lookin' pretty | |
| Pretty lookin got me shookin | |
| Make some lovin', keep it cookin | |
| Cookin keep it, come on peep it | |
| Love' s the reason, we all need it | |
| Needed are we, Robert Marley | |
| Said one love now it' s time to party | |
| Get on down like Gras de Mardi | |
| Love to each and everybody | |
| Everybody love to each | |
| Try to hear you with that speech | |
| Cause life is harder than a peach | |
| When you' re young and black and proud like me | |
| Black and proud, stop crowding me | |
| Crowding got clouds over me | |
| One day you' ll be soo tall | |
| Move back, move back that morning sun | |
| Shine this light for everyone | |
| That light gon' shine, them clouds is done | |
| One day you' ll be soo tall |