It's time to get real on this one
It's time to tell my story
So who am I
Who am I
Who am I
How to identify
My roots travel to the other side of the earth
Ever since birth I was left to wonder why
I got this feeling inside that I'm not quite fitting in
You see my mother was an immigrant
Not by choice fleeing persecution from the revolution
Don't accept her kind she's a Baha'i
So is my father but he's a white American
Living in a nation of white supremacist ideology
Messing with my psychology
On the one hand my people are oppressed by a clenched fist
On the other hand my people cover their eyes to a people with a raised fist
But the question is what is a hand for
To exert force? See it's unfortunate
Instead of lending a hand or a handshake
Our forefathers couldn't handle what the Redeemer of man had to say
Be ye as the fingers of one hand the members of one body
But instead they took everyone that embraced and embodied the Cause of oneness and dismembered their bodies
From Fort Tabarsi to Zanjan Nayriz Mazandaran Yazd Tabriz to Tehran
The blood of the martyrs like water flowing through the soil of the hearts of the righteous
And as their souls took the flight to bliss nothing but light to give
Breakers of the dawn forsaking their earthly form for the sake of God
The nation destined to be my destination
With the destructive machine of manifest destiny directly contradicting humanity's destiny illuminated by God's Manifestations
A country founded on lies
Indigenous genocide
Dirty money from cash crops on stolen land
Cultivated by stolen African hands
Blood of oppressive tyranny pouring down torrentially to the dirt and the seas of the West
Built on theft exploitation and the deepest form of prejudice materialism and selfishness
The most corrupt civilizations if you can even call them that
I'm tied to these two points on the map
The birthplace of the Dawnbreakers now in heaven
Gotta be a living sacrifice to be a spiritual descendent uh
Who am I? Is it something assigned or do I get to decide? It's on my mind yeah
Who am I? Who am I
Who am I? Is my life really mine? Or guided by the Divine how to define? yeah
Who am I? Who am I
As a youth I was timid afraid to stand out
Many thoughts up in my mind but my mouth not a sound
What if I am not accepted? too controlled by the doubt
So instead of using my voice I fade into the crowd
But then I found the power of rap
Just a fan at first but something about it would grab
My attention possessing my mind and my soul it was packed
With so much power and style and swagger
Wondered can I tap into that
So I picked up the pen wrote a couple lines
And the power started to flow with every rhyme
Written from my mind had to face my fear do I decide
To share or do I keep this power locked up inside uh
Something told me I had to share my light
Didn't sound great at first but my friends said my flow was alright
And the message was nice but then the power stalled until
I had a moment that would change my life yeah
8000 miles from my home on a trip to Cameroon
God works in mysterious ways shout out to Awu and Duke Frank
I spit some rhymes for 'em gassed me up must've filled my tank
And reignited my drive to change the world my world was changed
Their encouragement gave me courage to take a leap
Recorded my first song new power released
Then time to release Went from A to Z
Writing rapping recording then releasing
Now people singing along to my songs with me and
I can feel the energy start to build up inside of me
Lyrics kept on flowing prayed to God to keep on guiding me
As I'm sharing Wizdome in my rhymes hoping it LIT up the mind
When I Release The Power of the pen and let it shine
To remind the people they're Created Noble that's my aim
And when I lay these verses down it's sacred like a Holy Day
I want you to Be Happy when you hear me rapping
But it's more than that because it's giant shoulders that I'm standing on
In Hip hop so many artists in the history
And culture that helped make this movement into what it came to be
The empowerment the spirit of change and revolution against oppression strength and confidence and storytelling
Taking inspiration from the past and then on top of a beat
I humbly add a contribution that's authentically me
Who am I? Is it something assigned or do I get to decide? It's on my mind yeah
Who am I? Who am I
Who am I? Is my life really mine? Or guided by the Divine how to define? yeah
Who am I? Who am I
I One syllable one sound two horizontal lines running parallel bound by a pillar down the middle same symbol representing the most perfect Roman numeral one
Before we reach this station our soul originates from the spiritual worlds of perfection
No beginning no end just like a circular dot but then at the time of conception
Whether you're ready or not your soul connects to the embryo
Which is more like a box locked in by material laws
But then this dot and and this box capitalize together they are drawn to become one
To become I I am a human being but this only lasts a mortal life
My physical body remains in the world below acting like a mirror reflecting my soul uh
Until that day finally comes when it's time to return body to the world of dust
As our soul yearns to come home to the spiritual realms like a stream to the ocean
Light ray back to the sun
We all come from God and unto Him we return created in the image of the Divine
See the light at the close of my eye cuz when I die is when my life truly becomes alive yeah
Who am I? Is it something assigned or do I get to decide? It's on my mind yeah
Who am I? Who am I
Who am I? Is my life really mine? Or guided by the Divine how to define? yeah
Who am I? Who am I
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English
It's time to get real on this one
It's time to tell my story
So who am I
Who am I
Who am I
How to identify
My roots travel to the other side of the earth
Ever since birth I was left to wonder why
I got this feeling inside that I'm not quite fitting in
You see my mother was an immigrant
Not by choice fleeing persecution from the revolution
Don't accept her kind she's a Baha'i
So is my father but he's a white American
Living in a nation of white supremacist ideology
Messing with my psychology
On the one hand my people are oppressed by a clenched fist
On the other hand my people cover their eyes to a people with a raised fist
But the question is what is a hand for
To exert force? See it's unfortunate
Instead of lending a hand or a handshake
Our forefathers couldn't handle what the Redeemer of man had to say
Be ye as the fingers of one hand the members of one body
But instead they took everyone that embraced and embodied the Cause of oneness and dismembered their bodies
From Fort Tabarsi to Zanjan Nayriz Mazandaran Yazd Tabriz to Tehran
The blood of the martyrs like water flowing through the soil of the hearts of the righteous
And as their souls took the flight to bliss nothing but light to give
Breakers of the dawn forsaking their earthly form for the sake of God
The nation destined to be my destination
With the destructive machine of manifest destiny directly contradicting humanity's destiny illuminated by God's Manifestations
A country founded on lies
Indigenous genocide
Dirty money from cash crops on stolen land
Cultivated by stolen African hands
Blood of oppressive tyranny pouring down torrentially to the dirt and the seas of the West
Built on theft exploitation and the deepest form of prejudice materialism and selfishness
The most corrupt civilizations if you can even call them that
I'm tied to these two points on the map
The birthplace of the Dawnbreakers now in heaven
Gotta be a living sacrifice to be a spiritual descendent uh
Who am I? Is it something assigned or do I get to decide? It's on my mind yeah
Who am I? Who am I
Who am I? Is my life really mine? Or guided by the Divine how to define? yeah
Who am I? Who am I
As a youth I was timid afraid to stand out
Many thoughts up in my mind but my mouth not a sound
What if I am not accepted? too controlled by the doubt
So instead of using my voice I fade into the crowd
But then I found the power of rap
Just a fan at first but something about it would grab
My attention possessing my mind and my soul it was packed
With so much power and style and swagger
Wondered can I tap into that
So I picked up the pen wrote a couple lines
And the power started to flow with every rhyme
Written from my mind had to face my fear do I decide
To share or do I keep this power locked up inside uh
Something told me I had to share my light
Didn't sound great at first but my friends said my flow was alright
And the message was nice but then the power stalled until
I had a moment that would change my life yeah
8000 miles from my home on a trip to Cameroon
God works in mysterious ways shout out to Awu and Duke Frank
I spit some rhymes for 'em gassed me up must've filled my tank
And reignited my drive to change the world my world was changed
Their encouragement gave me courage to take a leap
Recorded my first song new power released
Then time to release Went from A to Z
Writing rapping recording then releasing
Now people singing along to my songs with me and
I can feel the energy start to build up inside of me
Lyrics kept on flowing prayed to God to keep on guiding me
As I'm sharing Wizdome in my rhymes hoping it LIT up the mind
When I Release The Power of the pen and let it shine
To remind the people they're Created Noble that's my aim
And when I lay these verses down it's sacred like a Holy Day
I want you to Be Happy when you hear me rapping
But it's more than that because it's giant shoulders that I'm standing on
In Hip hop so many artists in the history
And culture that helped make this movement into what it came to be
The empowerment the spirit of change and revolution against oppression strength and confidence and storytelling
Taking inspiration from the past and then on top of a beat
I humbly add a contribution that's authentically me
Who am I? Is it something assigned or do I get to decide? It's on my mind yeah
Who am I? Who am I
Who am I? Is my life really mine? Or guided by the Divine how to define? yeah
Who am I? Who am I
I One syllable one sound two horizontal lines running parallel bound by a pillar down the middle same symbol representing the most perfect Roman numeral one
Before we reach this station our soul originates from the spiritual worlds of perfection
No beginning no end just like a circular dot but then at the time of conception
Whether you're ready or not your soul connects to the embryo
Which is more like a box locked in by material laws
But then this dot and and this box capitalize together they are drawn to become one
To become I I am a human being but this only lasts a mortal life
My physical body remains in the world below acting like a mirror reflecting my soul uh
Until that day finally comes when it's time to return body to the world of dust
As our soul yearns to come home to the spiritual realms like a stream to the ocean
Light ray back to the sun
We all come from God and unto Him we return created in the image of the Divine
See the light at the close of my eye cuz when I die is when my life truly becomes alive yeah
Who am I? Is it something assigned or do I get to decide? It's on my mind yeah
Who am I? Who am I
Who am I? Is my life really mine? Or guided by the Divine how to define? yeah
Who am I? Who am I
It's time to tell my story
So who am I
Who am I
Who am I
How to identify
My roots travel to the other side of the earth
Ever since birth I was left to wonder why
I got this feeling inside that I'm not quite fitting in
You see my mother was an immigrant
Not by choice fleeing persecution from the revolution
Don't accept her kind she's a Baha'i
So is my father but he's a white American
Living in a nation of white supremacist ideology
Messing with my psychology
On the one hand my people are oppressed by a clenched fist
On the other hand my people cover their eyes to a people with a raised fist
But the question is what is a hand for
To exert force? See it's unfortunate
Instead of lending a hand or a handshake
Our forefathers couldn't handle what the Redeemer of man had to say
Be ye as the fingers of one hand the members of one body
But instead they took everyone that embraced and embodied the Cause of oneness and dismembered their bodies
From Fort Tabarsi to Zanjan Nayriz Mazandaran Yazd Tabriz to Tehran
The blood of the martyrs like water flowing through the soil of the hearts of the righteous
And as their souls took the flight to bliss nothing but light to give
Breakers of the dawn forsaking their earthly form for the sake of God
The nation destined to be my destination
With the destructive machine of manifest destiny directly contradicting humanity's destiny illuminated by God's Manifestations
A country founded on lies
Indigenous genocide
Dirty money from cash crops on stolen land
Cultivated by stolen African hands
Blood of oppressive tyranny pouring down torrentially to the dirt and the seas of the West
Built on theft exploitation and the deepest form of prejudice materialism and selfishness
The most corrupt civilizations if you can even call them that
I'm tied to these two points on the map
The birthplace of the Dawnbreakers now in heaven
Gotta be a living sacrifice to be a spiritual descendent uh
Who am I? Is it something assigned or do I get to decide? It's on my mind yeah
Who am I? Who am I
Who am I? Is my life really mine? Or guided by the Divine how to define? yeah
Who am I? Who am I
As a youth I was timid afraid to stand out
Many thoughts up in my mind but my mouth not a sound
What if I am not accepted? too controlled by the doubt
So instead of using my voice I fade into the crowd
But then I found the power of rap
Just a fan at first but something about it would grab
My attention possessing my mind and my soul it was packed
With so much power and style and swagger
Wondered can I tap into that
So I picked up the pen wrote a couple lines
And the power started to flow with every rhyme
Written from my mind had to face my fear do I decide
To share or do I keep this power locked up inside uh
Something told me I had to share my light
Didn't sound great at first but my friends said my flow was alright
And the message was nice but then the power stalled until
I had a moment that would change my life yeah
8000 miles from my home on a trip to Cameroon
God works in mysterious ways shout out to Awu and Duke Frank
I spit some rhymes for 'em gassed me up must've filled my tank
And reignited my drive to change the world my world was changed
Their encouragement gave me courage to take a leap
Recorded my first song new power released
Then time to release Went from A to Z
Writing rapping recording then releasing
Now people singing along to my songs with me and
I can feel the energy start to build up inside of me
Lyrics kept on flowing prayed to God to keep on guiding me
As I'm sharing Wizdome in my rhymes hoping it LIT up the mind
When I Release The Power of the pen and let it shine
To remind the people they're Created Noble that's my aim
And when I lay these verses down it's sacred like a Holy Day
I want you to Be Happy when you hear me rapping
But it's more than that because it's giant shoulders that I'm standing on
In Hip hop so many artists in the history
And culture that helped make this movement into what it came to be
The empowerment the spirit of change and revolution against oppression strength and confidence and storytelling
Taking inspiration from the past and then on top of a beat
I humbly add a contribution that's authentically me
Who am I? Is it something assigned or do I get to decide? It's on my mind yeah
Who am I? Who am I
Who am I? Is my life really mine? Or guided by the Divine how to define? yeah
Who am I? Who am I
I One syllable one sound two horizontal lines running parallel bound by a pillar down the middle same symbol representing the most perfect Roman numeral one
Before we reach this station our soul originates from the spiritual worlds of perfection
No beginning no end just like a circular dot but then at the time of conception
Whether you're ready or not your soul connects to the embryo
Which is more like a box locked in by material laws
But then this dot and and this box capitalize together they are drawn to become one
To become I I am a human being but this only lasts a mortal life
My physical body remains in the world below acting like a mirror reflecting my soul uh
Until that day finally comes when it's time to return body to the world of dust
As our soul yearns to come home to the spiritual realms like a stream to the ocean
Light ray back to the sun
We all come from God and unto Him we return created in the image of the Divine
See the light at the close of my eye cuz when I die is when my life truly becomes alive yeah
Who am I? Is it something assigned or do I get to decide? It's on my mind yeah
Who am I? Who am I
Who am I? Is my life really mine? Or guided by the Divine how to define? yeah
Who am I? Who am I
Writer: Colby Jeffers
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid