I was born a man, mama put me in a basket Crocodile saints, sons of Israel, that’s so tragic Pharaoh healed, through the land he rekindled our faith By the storm, by the night, with no casket Israel cried, God, on a bed of roses With a cry of mother’s sin Who opossed him, the God of jacob And as genesis closes, he would raise up a prophet His name was moses, whoa Who can stand against our God? I was growing tired of the life of an egyptian So I inquuired tom my brethren’s affliction They killed a man, they flared a fire by premonition Till I met God, to save his people from their prison Israel cried, God, on a bed of roses With a cry of mother’s sin Who opossed him, the God of jacob And as genesis closes, he would raise up a prophet His name was moses, whoa Who can stand against our God? God called me to save his people, place them dead to follow Evil pharaoh had his heart against zion I will bring God’s justice down Israel will flee this town And walk through seas on dry land Israel cried, God, on a bed of roses With a cry of mother’s sin Who opossed him, the God of jacob And as genesis closes, he would raise up a prophet His name was moses, whoa Who can stand against our God?