Born Under Punches - Angélique Kidjo

Congo

Congo

Congo

Take a look at these hands

Take a look at these hands

The hand speaks

The hand of a government man

Well I’m a tumbler

Born under punches

All I want is to breathe

Won’t you breathe with me?

Find a little space so we move in-between

And keep one step ahead of yourself

Don’t you miss it, don’t you miss it

Some 'a you people just about missed it

Last time to make plans, I’m a tumbler

I’m a government man

Never seen anything like that before

Falling bodies tumble across the floor, I’m a tumbler

When you get to where you wanna be, thank you, thank you

When you get to where you wanna be, don’t even mention it!

Take a look at these hands, passin' in-between us

Take a look at these hands

Take a look at these hands, you don’t have to mention it

No thanks, I’m a government man

And the heat goes on, and the heat goes on

And the heat goes on, and the heat goes on

And the heat goes on, where the hand has been

And the heat goes on, and the heat goes on

I’m not a drowning man

And I’m not a burning building

I’m a tumbler

Drowning cannot hurt a man

Fire cannot hurt a man

Not the government man