Usaama - liberation theology Lyrics

It's all mathematics
Old skool Yasiin
I became a statistician in a couple months
But couldn't do the math on
How many Ya-Sins
How many Ya-Sins
There's barakah in everything
But silver linings only show
If you got the eyes to see
Snipers in abandoned buildings
They could snatch the sight from me
Any given moment, phone might detonate
While I'm scrollin' through my IG feed
They could take the life from me
But pussy you could never take the pride from me
Roots deep as olive groves
I go back, I go back, I go back
Middle finger to the law
Standing o-v while I sit through the applause
On my Kaepernick, but I'm past a pacifist
So when I take a knee
Know that I'm just steadyin' my hand a bit
To cock it back and blam it quick
Liberation theology, from Perú to Bethlehem
All these stitches in a tapestry
A divine mosaic of God's imagining
Tell em listen I'm no activist
I just felt the wall on my back
So I started pushin' back a bit
Look, I got two hands - they don't
So I'm pushin' out these packages
Moral imperative
To f*ckin' be a human, not a savage, bitch
Solar panels pannin' out
Now we handin' blankets out
We got meds, we got food
Like I'm trappin' outta Summerhouse
God is the plug so I'm never f*ckin' runnin' out
Fire in my belly and it's still hot
Sword on my neck and I still bop
So let freedom ring while the kids all sing
Hope floats to the sky like a kite on a string
And it's never f*ckin' comin' down
It's never f*ckin' comin' down