| I said the good Lord made me what I am and I play this game for keeps
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| Got to use what I have to get what I want, all the dreamer got is his dream
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| And the good Lord made me what I am and I play the hand I’m dealt
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| Said sometimes the hardest thing to be in this world is just yourself
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| Best believe the Qur’an influenced all of my songs
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| My fans run and tattoo 'em all on they arms
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| Wanna travel, be there every time I perform
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| Now look me in my eye and tell me, how am I wrong?
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| And who would of thought
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| Just givin 'em the truth from my heart, both the ugly and the beautiful part
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| Would give 'em food from thought, let 'em chew it apart
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| And they’d all crowd around me and my movement would start
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| And how you gonna hate me for being what God made me?
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| It’s not a game, I ain’t sayin it playfully
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| They relate to the joy and the pain in me
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| And seein me make it be watchin a slave get free
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| Holler like Bilal in the tower
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| Hiya ala al fallah, Allah is the power
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| Givin voice to the dream and let it be seen
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| I admit it’s obscene but deen recognize deen
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| So it isn’t pristine when I spit a sixteen
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| Clean words don’t describe the (shit) that I’ve seen
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| But layin in the alley, I whispered to Shahada
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| Bullets fly by from the drive by
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| So Imam Mohammed might pound on the podium
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| Popmaster Fabel work it out on the linoleum
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| Chappelle bust funnies, Mos Def bust rhymes
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| Muhammad Ali is the greatest of all time
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| Something spiritual happen when them hands get to clappin
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| Can you tell me, what language do you laugh in?
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| The human reaction of smiles and cries
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| What language are the tears when they’re fallin from your eyes?
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| You’ve probably seen the sunrise hundreds of times
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| But let a painter paint it or a poet describe
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| The very moment where heaven and Earth might collide
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| And God let the breath of life come outside
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| Uh, Satan doubted it, angels bowed to it
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| I’m so beautifully human and I’m proud of it
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| Soul of a soldier, heart of a scholar
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| I wrote this poem with the blood of a martyr
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| Imam Mohammed might pound on the podium
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| Popmaster Fabel work it out on the linoleum
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| Chappelle bust funnies, Mos Def bust rhymes
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| Muhammad Ali is the greatest of all time
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| A lot of cats
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| Get up in an age around
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| In their early 30's
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| And they start to think of like lifetime companionship
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| And that’s when they start to meet ladies who
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| Are not too prone to trust anybody
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| And they got plenty of history to prove to you
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| Why they shouldn’t trust nobody
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| I didn’t know you then, when all that stuff was goin down
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| Put them other cats away man
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| And let me try to make somethin in your life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Good Lord , by - Brother Ali. Song from the album The Truth Is Here, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп