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PERFORMING ARTISTS
El Michels Affair
El Michels Affair
Ensemble
Black Thought
Black Thought
Vocals
Leon Michels
Leon Michels
Band Leader
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Esther Ribbstedt Österman
Esther Ribbstedt Österman
Songwriter
Leon Michels
Leon Michels
Songwriter
Martin Eriksson
Martin Eriksson
Songwriter
Homer Steinweiss
Homer Steinweiss
Songwriter
Nick Movshon
Nick Movshon
Songwriter
Kevin Martin
Kevin Martin
Songwriter
Tarik Trotter
Tarik Trotter
Songwriter
Paul Spring
Paul Spring
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leon Michels
Leon Michels
Producer
Alex DeTurk
Alex DeTurk
Mastering Engineer
Jens Jungkurth
Jens Jungkurth
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I'm from where true regard for human lives is few and far And haters'll shoot they shot at you out of a movin' car We place our wishes on makin' it out on a shootin' star Be whoever you need to be, just don't forget who you are (I would never) I could switch clothes conveniently just to get through the door And in Flip mode, the scene almost seemingly knew it all I used to lift loads of spiritual baggage and through it all If you made it here by the grace of God, then do your job Be ever unique as artists, truth should be easy to mark and seek out And shoot your target, that's word to Shaniqwa Jarvis We rep Howard to Harvard and everything in between Look how a fire was started and descendin' to a dream My flow's scholarship started with questionin', who would lead? The messenger could become your confession if you believe If you just could supersede any history, true indeed Just remember all the places we seen and what it means When I didn't have no time to listen, and that old-time religion Didn't have no competition, my life was long division Starin' at four corners, I might as well have been born in prison Within arms' reach of my porch, it was on a sibling We suffer from preconditions, strugglin' to beat the system Climbin' to reach the pinnacle only to meet suspicion Try to stand with your principles after bein' forbidden Or go against the invincible algorithm of livin' When very broke, every day you inhale a heavy smoke Where heavy hope and searchin' for the truth for every joke Already woke, standin' arms folded in the scope Silhouettes and shadows and checkered syringes full of dope When polices breakin' laws knockin' hinges off of doors And our only explanation, you've received it just because We repress it, then express it selectively through the bars Be whoever you need to be, just don't forget who you are Listen
Writer(s): Tarik Trotter, Nick Movshon, Homer Steinweiss, Paul Spring, Leon Michels, Kevin Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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