| Full grown father of four still in search of father figures
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| Hard to feel at home here in the body that my trauma lives in
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| Self-hatred still my opposition
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| I chop a parcel out the wisdom I’ve been given, out atop the rhythm
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| I’m not a victim or a liar and I’m not afraid
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| Offer me a kingdom if it’s wrong I’ll walk away
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| I know my talent versus fame isn’t adding up
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| Folk that know me throwin' shade said I ain’t wanted it bad enough
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| Seen so many change and get strange for the spotlight
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| If that’s what you mean brotha, you couldn’t be more right
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| I’d rather feel shame than an atoms weight of arrogance
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| Mention deaths name prepare for it, ain’t fearing it
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| Atheists describe the God that they don’t believe in
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| See we ain’t even at odds cause I don’t feel that neither
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| I know we come from a source that’s much realer
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| A cause that all sleepers keep concealing
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| Seekers overcome the amnesia
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| Feel the heartbreak bleeding all through my songs
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| My Atmosphere brothers brought me along
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| I carry on, for the love of love, and for the hope of hope
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| I feel it from above, and hold the moment close
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| Soak up the rawness, floating all through my songs
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| The Eltorom twins kept me strong
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| I soldier on. |
| For the love of love, and for the hope of hope
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| I catch a sudden buzz, an overdose
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| I got a knock up on my door it was the FBI
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| «Can't come inside with out a warrant but I’ll talk here on the steps awhile»
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| They want to question my travelin', what’s the harassment, power obsessed
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| authoritarians to test what I’m channelin
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| He said his mission keep the innocent from dying, had to laugh a little bit to
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| keep from crying
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| I sigh as if we don’t know about the COINTELPRO and devilish drones they rain
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| hell in to homes
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| Never an empire rose without blood on its hands and face
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| They hate the poets for exposing the sacred space
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| Whether I’m in Iran, or Lebanon
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| Or the south side of Chicago or Sudan
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| The power in the song is the truth not the performer
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| My question for you is where’s the honor
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| In bothering a father in his home in pajamas
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| On his birthday in front of all his daughters
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| Next time call the lawyer
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| I’m part of this resistance, blistering through my song
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| The great Chuck D kept me strong
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| Sound the alarm, for the love of love, and the hope of hope
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| This is what justice does, put you in their scope
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| My steadfastness, blastin' this dope ass song
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| Colonel West never led me wrong
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| I soldier on, for the love of love, and for the hope of hope
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| For every one of us, that hold the rope that won’t be broke
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| Truth teller, truth yeller
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| Bring it back though let me finish
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| I’m from a long line of writers and teachers
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| And spend all of my time with guides and seekers
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| And criminals and preachers
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| Sifting through the secrets just to kick 'em through your speakers
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| These tears just flowing my whole life long
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| Look in the mirror still see my mom
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| I’m writing songs for the love of love and for the hope of hope
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| This is from dusk to dusk, and pray they hold me close. |
| Ghost
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| Truth teller, truth yeller. |
| Proof. |
| Evi-dence, yes yes
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| Manifest in the flesh to be the best of the best… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Father Figures , by - Brother Ali. Song from the album Secrets & Escapes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп