Everywhere I go they call me preacher man, teacher man; look into the future tell us what you can what you can; tell us like an Obeah man.. Voodoo man.. Son of a preacher, preacher, preacher man we need your hand. I come to show you things you don't understand, don't understand. Like we're headed to des-truc-tion des-truc-tion! Every woman& man, woman & man. I know 'cause I'm the preacher man, teacher man. I look into the future tell you what you can why you can't, tell you like a wejee man, the world in his hand, world in his hand/ Son of a preacher, preacher, preacher man teacher man, tell us, tell us, what you can what you can If they tell you it's impossible then know that you can, know that you can 'cause you heard it from the preacher man preacher man. Some niggahs acting like they scared of the Klan, scared of the Klan scared of all the things they think they can, think they can, Three hundred fifty years and we still fighting the man fighting the man. People there's a struggle at hand, a struggle at hand. Races come together stop the hate in this land hate in this land. Take it from the preacher man, teacher man . Ladies in the house you better stick with your man, stick with your man don't go chasing after waterfalls you might get stuck in a jam, stuck in a jam. It's like everywhere I go they call me preacher man, teacher man they screaming preacher,preacher, preacher man! Teacher man! Tell us, tell us, what you can! All you can! To all them hoodlums in the land who gots a gun in their hand, gun in their hand, from me to you cause I'm the preacher man, teacher man.. See brother you got blood on your hand, blood on your hand. Hear the cries of all the children it's all over the land, over the land.. 'cause their daddy's either dead or doing time for the man, time for the man. Y'all better listen to the preacher man, while you can; cause your day is gonna come who's going hold your hand, hold your hand?? Everywhere I go they saying preacher man, teacher man, we know you can, 'cause you're the man. Politicians in the big house doing what they can, what they can, to keep you blind and keep your head in the sand, head in the sand, whilst they and their cronies make a million grand, a million grand; and democracy is dead in this land dead in this land; and illusion and delusion wave their magical wand magical wand, yet the people wave their flags and still go clapping their hands, clapping their hands; proud to be American, A m-e-r-r-y can?? but treated like aluminum cans, aluminum cans. The homeless and the hungry they're all over your land, over your land, while business chase the silicon band silicon band, and computers make you short of hand, short of hand. Yes everywhere I go they call me preacher man preacher man, tell us, tell us, what you can, what you can listen to the preacher man, preacher man, 'cause he gots the world in his hand!!