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Here we are
here we are
This one right here is for the people
[Hook] (Sample -MAMADOU & MARIAM, “SABALI”)
Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê
Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kiye
Ni kêra môgô
Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê
Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kagni
Ni kêra môgô
[Nas Talking]
Ay yo D. Lets go all the way on this one.
[Damian Marley – Verse 1]
Some of the smartest dummies
Can’t read the language of Egyptian mummies
An’ a fly go a moon
And can’t find food for the starving tummies
Pay no mind to the youths
Cause it’s not like the future depends on it
But save the animals in the zoo
Cause the chimpanzee dem a make big money
This is how the media pillages
On the TV the picture is
Savages in villages
And the scientist still can’t explain the pyramids, huh
Evangelists making a living on the videos of ribs of the little kids
Stereotyping the image of the images
And this is what the image is
You buy a khaki pants
And all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones
An’ a thief out gold and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones
Some of the worst paparazzis I’ve ever seen and I ever known
Put the worst on display so the world can see
And that’s all they will ever show
So the ones in the west
Will never move east
And feel like they could be at home
Dem get tricked by the beast
But a where dem ago flee when the monster is fully grown?
Solomonic linage whe dem still can’t defeat and them coulda never clone
My spiritual DNA that print in my soul and I will forever Own Lord
[Nas talking]
Yeah, Sabali. Thats patience. That’s what the old folks told me…
Discovering the World before this World. A World buried in time.
Uncover with rhymes. It gets no realer.
[Damian Marley: Verse 2]
Huh, we born not knowing, are we born knowing all?
We growing wiser, are we just growing tall?
Can you read thoughts? can you read palms?
Huh, can you predict the future? can you see storms, coming?
The Earth was flat if you went too far you would fall off
Now the Earth is round if the shape change again everybody woulda start laugh
The average man can’t prove of most of the things that he chooses to speak of
And still won’t research and find out the root of the truth that you seek of
Scholars teach in Universities and claim that they’re smart and cunning
Tell them find a cure when we sneeze and that’s when their nose start running
And the rich get stitched up, when we get cut
Man a heal dem broken bones in the bush with the wed mud
Can you read signs? can you read stars?
Can you make peace? can you fight war?
Can you milk cows, even though you drive cars? huh
Can you survive, Against All Odds, Now?
It’s crazy when you feed people the truth you don’t know how they’re gonna react. You’re scared of wrong doers, people that just ignorant, You’re scared of the truth, be patient for now.
[Nas: Verse 3]
Who wrote the Bible? Who wrote the Qur’an?
And was it a lightning storm
That gave birth to the Earth
And then dinosaurs were born? damn
Who made up words? who made up numbers?
And what kind of spell is mankind under?
Everything on the planet we preserve and can it
Microwaved it and try eat
No matter what we’ll survive it
What’s hue? what’s man? what’s human?
Anything along the land we consuming
Eatin’, deletin’, ruin
Trying to get paper
Gotta have land, gotta have acres
So I can sit back like Jack Nicholson
Watch n-ggas play the game like the lakers
In a world full of 52 fakers
Gypsies, seances, mystical prayers
You superstitious? throw salt over your shoulders
Make a wish for the day cuz
Like somebody got a doll of me
Stickin’ needles in my arteries
But I can’t feel it
Sometimes it’s like ‘pardon me, but I got a real big spirit’
I’m fearless…. I’m fearless
Don’t you try and grab hold of my soul
It’s like a military soldier since seven years old
I held real dead bodies in my arms
Felt their body turn cold, oh
Why we born in the first place
If this is how we gotta go?
This goes to all the wisdom and knowledge seekers of the World. Sabali, Patience, yeah.

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They need me to…. SHUT THE FUCK UP

July 16, 2012 1 comment

They want me to put on my Louboutins, and pose.

They need me to fall in love with the puppets on the TV screens, so that I idolise the wrong way to live.

They need me to hate myself, but to claim I love myself, by posting up lots of naked pictures so that people can “like” them.

They need me to constantly be challenged by how I look and feel, so that I constantly worry if I am fitting in, if I am accepted, if I am keeping up with “the trends”

They need me to feel insecure

They want me to hate myself so much so, that I hide my real face behind Bobby, and my real hair behind Remi

They want me to panic, so that I chase Lizzy and not myself. But I don’t even know Lizzy. I just know that she is supposed to be our Queen

They need me to buy into the false sense of hope that is sold to us continuously, so that I may also celebrate with the masses in a false sense of achievement. By this time, it will be too late.

They need me to act dumb and call it sexy. AKA Nicki minaj. No I am not having a seizure, it’s called music.

They want me to care about what others think about me, more than what I think about me

They need me lost and confused, looking for answers…. so that I come running to them and believe anything that leaves me to continue living comfortably.

They need me to keep sending money to the charities. To be honest, it doesn’t seem to be making much difference; billions have been donated but yet they still ask me for a fiver and children still die of aids. But that must be because justice costs so much right? The government are doing all that they can. I even heard FloRida donated £1,000,000 the other day. He is such a humble and caring celeb. I brought his single when I heard that.

They want me to live a lie comfortably, and to stay distracted, so that I will also die living this lie

They want me dying to live and living to die….. Living has now turned into merely surviving

They need me to serve a corporate company all week, and a club all weekend, so that at no point, do I really truly serve myself

They want me to believe that material things make me happy, so that whenever mother nature calls and I feel alone, I can fill that void with a pair of shoes

They need me to buy into success stories on the TV, so that my perception of success and what is powerful is false.

They want me to spend all day on Facebook and twitter, inside the comfort of my home, so that I spend less time outside, asking the earth for the answers.

They need me to belittle anyone that questions the system. They want me to call them conspiracy theorists, or mad men, so that I continue being a robot and living a lie. Besides, these conspiracy theorists are usually broke, right? They weren’t at the club last night popping bottles, what do they know?

They want me to chase men with money, because money and a man with lots of it is what will complete my life. It will mean that I can wear designer labels until I die. I will die in style.

They want me to tweet that I am “winning” and “yolo”. To be honest I am not quite sure why I tweet this, but to be fair we do only live once, and I am winning; I just bought a fast car AND signed a deal.

They need me to continue to degrade myself, and everyone around me, by claiming that women rule the world by using their vaginas and sexuality, and are objects of desire that can be bought as long as the man has an ego he can “back up” and plenty of money to go with it.

They need me chasing all the wrong things

They need me addicted to unhappiness. But that will never happen. Because I am so happy, can’t you see? #Winning 


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