Black man, born free   At least that's the way it's supposed to be   Chains that binds him are hard to see   Unless you take this walk with me      Place where he lives is God plenty of names   Slums, ghetto and black belt, they are one and the same   And I call it ?Soulsville"      Any kind of job is hard to find   That means an increase in the welfare line   Crime rate is rising too   If you are hungry, what would you do?      Rent is two months past due and the building that's falling apart   Little boy needs a pair of shoes and this is only a part of Soulsville      Some of the brothers' got plenty of cash   Tricks on the corner, gonna see to that   Some like to smoke and some like to blow   Some are even strung out on a fifty dollar Jones      Some are trying to ditch reality by getting so high   Only to find out you can never touch the sky   'Cause your hoods are in Soulsville, oh yeah      Every Sunday morning, I can hear the old sisters say   ?Hallelujah, Hallelujah, trust in the Lord to make a way, oh yeah   I hope that He hear their prayers 'cause deep in their souls they believe   Someday He'll put an end to all this misery that we have in Soulsville   Oh yeah, Soulsville, Soulsville, Soulsville, Soulsville, Soulsville