I don't wanna romanticize another time that's gone by But I have to be honest and tell you that I am an old soul, sold, Some Nina Simone is gonna put me in the zone Quicker then some talk of Petrone Or Crystal or or Pistol it's oh so tedious I want to hear some tunes Like strange fruit with meaning in I want to hear the wolf howling and the waters muddy I want it to dance, want it to make me cry but also funny Feeling that inner city blues, Marvin's the town crier Some soul-to-soul, some azwad with dubfire Some Gregory Isaacs, a little touch of Dennis Brown I love the soul but nothing moves me like that Reggae sound Jamaican blood, sound system upbringing Our black american cousins are big influences On the songs we are singing. It's all Soul with Africa at it's base So Fela and Masakela, Makeba play from the same place I remember, I remember Do you remember? I remember I remember, I remember Cause I'm just an old soul I'm just an old soul I'm just an old soul Do you remember?