Michael Franti & Spearhead

Michael Franti & Spearhead - Piece O' Peace lyrics

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Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step

Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step



I was sick of flippin' channels

and sick of 

Flippin' quarters

I called my man Zulu

said, "Meet me on the corner"

Maybe we can check out the clubs in the city

'cause waitin' at the crib can make you feel shitty

So he hopped into my ride on the squeaky door side and

We hit the Upper Room

where they keep the funk alive

The man at the door

invited us inside

He said there isn't any cover

if you're keepin' up the vibe



We took it upstairs to big up the area

The people in the house was shakin' up their derrier

Raisin up their hands and raisin up their voices

Tokes was the D.J. I was happy with his choices

Maxin' and mixin' the beats they was fixin'

My brain like a smoke that was doubly, triply, dope

The decadence is gone and lifemay never be the same

'cause when the beat hits

You feel no pain!



[Chorus]



So a piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for me

A piece of peace for every peaceful person that you see

A piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for me

But I don't act peaceful if you're not that way to me

Every million mile ya haffe tek a first step

Every million mile ya haffe tek a first step



Five-O was outside waitin' with their vans

Hopin' that shit would get outta hand

So dat they could test their weapons 

On innocent civilians,

The high tech shit costin' million and millions

Money should've spent on something for community

But that's O.K. because we got the unity

So fuck the police! we can keep the peace!

We can make love and conquer that disease

Because nothing in the world is impossible tome

I can swim on dry land and run upon the sea

And nothing in the world is impossible to me

You can chop off my legs and I'll land upon my feet

I turn it over to the spirit and I leave her in charge

My favorite record sounds like an African Head Charge

She'll beat up the beats with and eggbeater

Pour em in the batter

She'll make 'em sound fatter and fatter

'cause food for the soul is the flavor of the music

Spice for the brain is the essence of the lyrics

Songs can be delicious and also be nutritious

You can't payfor culture", it can only be experienced

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

"WELL HAVE YOU EVER BEEN EXPERIENCED!"

"WELL"



[Chorus]



If the funk is on time

Then we call it punctual

We're matchin up the footsteps

Spiritual and functional

Like carnivale in Rio

The Charlie Hunter trio

Had the groovers groovin'

And all the movers movin'

Cuba, Twist, Reminisce and NME

Graffiti on the street for everyone to see

Even the elders in the house was havin' fun

Because we livin' life at the top of our lungs

It was truly a life celebration that night

Had the world's greatest time

But we'd never sell the movie rights

To Morrie Povich, or anyone like that

And anyone who does is really, really whack!

We fish or cut bait and we're not takin' prisoners

And if you comin' late then you might've missed some a this

Funky good time we had here in fronta you

So long, farewell, alveerdersain, adieau to you

[Chorus]
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