Brother Ali - Good Lord lyrics

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Brother Ali - Good Lord lyrics

Bismillah Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem [Chorus: Brother Ali] I said the good Lord made me what I am and I play this game for keeps Got to use what I have to get what I want, all the dreamer got is his dream And the good Lord made me what I am and I play the hand I'm dealt Said sometimes the hardest thing to be in this world is just yourself [Verse 1: Brother Ali] Best believe the Qur'an influenced all of my songs My fans run and tattoo 'em all on they arms Wanna travel, be there every time I perform Now look me in my eye and tell me, how am I wrong? And who would of thought Just givin 'em the truth from my heart, both the ugly and the beautiful part Would give 'em food from thought, let 'em chew it apart And they'd all crowd around me and my movement would start And how you gonna hate me for being what God made me? It's not a game, I ain't sayin it playfully They relate to the joy and the pain in me And seein me make it be watchin a slave get free Holler like Bilal in the tower Hiya ala al fallah, Allah is the power Givin voice to the dream and let it be seen I admit it's obscene but deen recognize deen So it isn't pristine when I spit a sixteen Clean words don't describe the (sh**) that I've seen But layin in the alley, I whispered to Shahada Bullets fly by from the drive by So Imam Mohammed might pound on the podium Popmaster Fabel work it out on the linoleum Chappelle bust funnies, Mos Def bust rhymes Muhammad Ali is the greatest of all time [Chorus] [Verse 2: Brother Ali] Something spiritual happen when them hands get to clappin Can you tell me, what language do you laugh in? The human reaction of smiles and cries What language are the tears when they're fallin from your eyes? You've probably seen the sunrise hundreds of times But let a painter paint it or a poet describe The very moment where heaven and Earth might collide And God let the breath of life come outside Uh, Satan doubted it, angels bowed to it I'm so beautifully human and I'm proud of it Soul of a soldier, heart of a scholar I wrote this poem with the blood of a martyr Imam Mohammed might pound on the podium Popmaster Fabel work it out on the linoleum Chappelle bust funnies, Mos Def bust rhymes Muhammad Ali is the greatest of all time [Chorus x2] [Outro: Man - talking] A lot of cats Get up in an age around In their early 30's And they start to think of like lifetime companionship And that's when they start to meet ladies who Are not too prone to trust anybody And they got plenty of history to prove to you Why they shouldn't trust nobody I didn't know you then, when all that stuff was goin down Put them other cats away man And let me try to make somethin in your life

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