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(Brother Ali) Truth teller, truth yeller. Proof. Evi-dence. yes yes 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 apart (?) 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 Letras de cancionesThe 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 Messiahs if we don't know about the (?) 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 wheres the honor In bothering a father in his home in pajamas On his birthday in front of all his daughters Next time call the lawyers 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 With 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. Evidence. Yes Yes Manifest in the flesh to be the best of the best From Letras Mania