Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Father Figures, artist - Brother Ali. Album song Secrets & Escapes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.10.2019
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Father Figures |
Full grown father of four still in search of father figures |
Hard to feel at home here in the body that my trauma lives in |
Self-hatred still my opposition |
I chop a parcel out the wisdom I’ve been given, out atop the rhythm |
I’m not a victim or a liar and I’m not afraid |
Offer me a kingdom if it’s wrong I’ll walk away |
I know my talent versus fame isn’t adding up |
Folk that know me throwin' shade said I ain’t wanted it bad enough |
Seen so many change and get strange for the spotlight |
If that’s what you mean brotha, you couldn’t be more right |
I’d rather feel shame than an atoms weight of arrogance |
Mention deaths name prepare for it, ain’t fearing it |
Atheists describe the God that they don’t believe in |
See we ain’t even at odds cause I don’t feel that neither |
I know we come from a source that’s much realer |
A cause that all sleepers keep concealing |
Seekers overcome the amnesia |
Feel the heartbreak bleeding all through my songs |
My Atmosphere brothers brought me along |
I carry on, for the love of love, and for the hope of hope |
I feel it from above, and hold the moment close |
Soak up the rawness, floating all through my songs |
The Eltorom twins kept me strong |
I soldier on. |
For the love of love, and for the hope of hope |
I catch a sudden buzz, an overdose |
I got a knock up on my door it was the FBI |
«Can't come inside with out a warrant but I’ll talk here on the steps awhile» |
They want to question my travelin', what’s the harassment, power obsessed |
authoritarians to test what I’m channelin |
He said his mission keep the innocent from dying, had to laugh a little bit to |
keep from crying |
I sigh as if we don’t know about the COINTELPRO and devilish drones they rain |
hell in to homes |
Never an empire rose without blood on its hands and face |
They hate the poets for exposing the sacred space |
Whether I’m in Iran, or Lebanon |
Or the south side of Chicago or Sudan |
The power in the song is the truth not the performer |
My question for you is where’s the honor |
In bothering a father in his home in pajamas |
On his birthday in front of all his daughters |
Next time call the lawyer |
I’m part of this resistance, blistering through my song |
The great Chuck D kept me strong |
Sound the alarm, for the love of love, and the hope of hope |
This is what justice does, put you in their scope |
My steadfastness, blastin' this dope ass song |
Colonel West never led me wrong |
I soldier on, for the love of love, and for the hope of hope |
For every one of us, that hold the rope that won’t be broke |
Truth teller, truth yeller |
Bring it back though let me finish |
I’m from a long line of writers and teachers |
And spend all of my time with guides and seekers |
And criminals and preachers |
Sifting through the secrets just to kick 'em through your speakers |
These tears just flowing my whole life long |
Look in the mirror still see my mom |
I’m writing songs for the love of love and for the hope of hope |
This is from dusk to dusk, and pray they hold me close. |
Ghost |
Truth teller, truth yeller. |
Proof. |
Evi-dence, yes yes |
Manifest in the flesh to be the best of the best… |