LYRICS:
MT:
Ya lateef! i'm alive! holy macro!
ya salam! the sun's back so i'm thankful
blessed I be, with the Syrian identity
from a loving family that fought and died for Falastein
blessed I be, while most ain't livin free
Darwin said we've evolved but it's only slavery
that has, my math adds up like nature's infinite physics
blessed with where i'm at on this planet as it pivots
diggin how i live and havin mindfulness
havin an eye between my brows that tore apart its own lids
blood brother, real homies, and a love that grows
nourishment, fresh water, and turtle island's snow!
blessed to know my assignment is one of value
stress i know is there to motivate so i smile through
my dark prophecies, i make racism and property
inspire me to fight Zionist til the day the earth retires me
so yo! two heart drums for Gaza and the West Bank!
for African poets and HipHop we give thanks!
two bass kicks for those that hear the voice i got
that allow me to expose these corporate plots
blessed to have survived the pigs on our blocks
singin freedom songs back home could've got met shot!
i take a moment out the manifesto to let'em know
tell Ahli Shukran! i'm forever grateful!

MW:
I'm blessed; fighting off the urban stress
so now, most of the time, I can sleep when I rest
and most of the time, man I seek out the zest
and I toss it in the recipe, don't believe in destiny.
Freedom without free will: that's a moral mess to me
hate bigots with a passion, but don't let it get the best of me
and I can attest to be
raising hell when I'm ancient, outlasting expectancy
I'm well fed, well loved, rarely seen blood
and my bond with my fam runs deeper than a well does
radical parents who'd be sure to always tell us
don't trust the corporations, or what the try to sell us
Wanna go back in time, 15 year, congratulate 'em
when they threw out the TV, said "use your imagination"
no need for a car, we biked everywhere instead
so I know I've been bread to fight for the forgotten and dead
that said, I've got that privilege, it's easy to forget it
first world luxuries, eternally dependent
on pendents, with blood diamonds, I'm rhyming to end it
I don't care 'bout your timing, I care 'bout if you meant it
Incentives to rhyme doper: that's what MT provides
and besides that, there's live rap each time we collide
rocked a stage in Steel City, prolly left people stunned
but now it's half past July and the album is done. Word.