Haile Elect - IAM

I feel the heat running through my veins
I feel my bones made of rock-stone
I got that blood thats just made of fire
That means its fire running through my dome
Lava!
You wanna relate to this Rasta yute but seems like its impossible
He strives from a hard knock life doing whats logical to keep his moms head up
See his family well fed
Head to school pursue knowledge
Write rhymes and make bread
Cuz sitting round don't make sense
And bitching out can't pay rent
He was only 19 with these dreams of a prophet
Picture the ways of Saint Yared with the charm of King Solomon
What a mixture of the two, could sabotage a witches brew from the cauldron
Tip the shit over and watch it scorch them
And still down to preach love to young ones and weak thugs
Who's hearts beat a murderous rhythm stuck in the system from a young age
Ever since his birth he was so brave, he spoke out
His mama had a dream told em go south, the right route cuz most of his family just wasn't family
And if she wrote a book I swear she'd win a grammy word to God
Even though we moved abroad no-one called
It was hard for my mother to hustle and juggle five kids
A couple woulda struggled to keep from bugging and trust me I love you for your devotion
Even though a ocean kept us parted from our father we relied on holy father
With faith that could shake a mountain, make the lame walk, dumb talk
Blind start counting their blessings and keep a checklist
No Jesus piece! Meskel my only necklace and weapon
Fully protected Im stepping greatly intrepid
Dreams far from your efforts I reckon you all remember
The Marcus Garvey message was quickly returned to sender
And judging as a people we frequently always back down
Cuz every single leader who preached to us got a mack round
And this is a back-lash of blacks giving the back lash
Instead of the shackle they snap the handcuff
Media and government, thats the master!
This is a back-lash of blacks giving the back lash
Instead of the shackle they snap the handcuff
Media and government, thats the master!
Aye, aye

Caught up in the system
Wrapped up in illusion
Could barely tell the difference of winning and losing
Still I wonder why we always bound in confusion
Willing to take the truth and substitute it with delusion
Damn right we f****** snoozing
The system made to fool overrule and abuse us
Fool over rule and abuse us
The system made to fool overrule and abuse us
Aye
Caught up in the system
Wrapped up in illusion
Could barely tell the difference of winning and losing
Still I wonder why we always bound in confusion
Willing to take the truth and substitute it with delusion
Yea, we snoozing

Written by:
Eric Porter II

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