Iomos Marad - “Listen”

[Hook: Sample from Deniece Williams - "It's Your Conscience"] (x3)

Listen to me. Listen, please. It's your conscience

He don't love you, he don't care. This is nonsense, nonsense

Ayyo

Your people say they hear, but they’re never listening, and

And if they’re listening, they can’t hear what is happening, but

The soundtrack of these times has got us sleepwalking

It’s time to enter a new time of awakening, and

And these rappers tried to swag—they’re tweaking, man

No translation for the language that they’re speaking in

Reverted back to mumbling instead of speaking sense

For these current events, it’s intense, it’s

Spirit over matter to the black male oppressor

Speak of liberation for Black Lives that Matter

I breathe through the mic for my brother Eric Garner. If I

Say he’s still a slave, you just label me a hater. It’s

Real. The way that we’re living is unreal

Deaf, dumb, and blind with no use for our ears

Youth become killers. It’s the sum of all fears

When we denied the sound that enter into ears, plus

The music that we’re hearing these days is nonsense

Sinking in the sand and it lacks content, so

He don't love you, he don't care. This is nonsense, nonsense

Listen to me. Listen, please. It's your conscience (You better listen and learn)

He don't love you, he don't care. This is nonsense (Nonsense), nonsense (Nonsense)

Listen to me. Listen, please. It's your conscience (You better listen to learn. Come on)

He don't love you, he don't care. This is nonsense, nonsense

Yo, what’s

Seen is never heard and what’s heard is never seen

Rap in 2015 looked like a murder scene

Death is all around us as a result of the sound like

A Roots video shoot with bodies on the ground

It’s all covered up. We call it Mike Brown, and the

Day’s getting hazed when it’s time to (“Get down!”)

From Watts to Ferguson, back to Brown again

Artists can’t break free—they’re still boxed in

Trapped in a contract, giving the cash back

And they’re still brainwashed—go hashtag that

These rappers nowadays got a God Complex

Images narcissistic and them not complex

They carry it like it’s an S on them chest. In the

Flesh, they invest, test the limits of its strength

What’s given by the Higher, they don’t bother to honor

So fear not the men because men must die

We're thrown to the ground and stand before the Most High, giving

Accounts for the words and let most by the wayside

Tried to make amends, but got trapped in your pride, and, for the

Fame and the wealth, you decided to let it ride, so

Listen to me. Listen, please. It's your conscience (Listen and learn)

He don't love you, he don't care. This is nonsense (Nonsense), nonsense (Nonsense)

Listen to me. Listen, please. It's your conscience (You better listen to learn)

He don't love you, he don't care. This is nonsense, nonsense

Listen to me. Listen, please. It's your conscience

He don't love you, he don't care. This is nonsense, nonsense