Born in Babylon

I came from nothing, but not nothing like nothing

Nothing, like nobody thought I was something

Nothing, like called every name in the book

But for every second-guess, I never gave a second look

I tell myself, don't let it get to me

'Cause if the best they got is not impressing me

Then there's no reason they should get the best of me

While they were raving at my words, they missed the rest of me

See, so, how can I stop all these

Critics from their talking?

The more I do, the more they say

But there's no way I'm stopping

So, they just keep on talking

And who do you think I think I am?

I got the feeling there's more like me

Born in Babylon but you just got to be free

Shackles on your feet that you and me can't see

But you can feel 'em and they heavy, so you need that key

And so, you looking at your hands, saying, man

If I ditched the system, these could be mine

But then you hear a voice come off from behind

Don't even think about stepping outta line

So, how can I stop all these

Critics from their talking?

The more I do, the more they say

But there's no way I'm stopping

So they just keep on talking

And who do you think I think I am?

Who do you think I am?

My friends are deep and they're all I've got

They stand up behind me if you like it or not

And I'm telling you that the fire's hot

Can you see the smoke and did you hear that shot?

'Cause it's a war and in the middle I am

So, judge me now with your pennant hand

'Cause I'm too busy to judge another man

I'm tryna write the blueprint for all the world to understand and

How can I stop all these

Critics from their talking?

The more I do, the more they say

The more they say and

But there's no way I'm stopping

So, they just keep on talking

And who do you think I think I am?

Who do you think I am?

How can I stop all these

Critics from your talking?

The more I do, the more they say

They won't stop talking

There's no way I'm stopping

Everyone, just keep on talking

'Cause who do you think I think I?

And maybe we are right from the start

Maybe I should not be myself?

'Cause I'm just giving these critics help

And it makes me twist my stomach in half

My pen and his pen pull me into the same breath

If I never tried to do this at all

Then I think he'd be out of a job

And maybe I just shoulda stayed in bed?

Stay out of the booth and put all these guitars in the closet

Maybe I should back to school

But any more education just makes me feel like a fool

So, I guess I gotta let critics talk

'Cause I won't stop