Текст песни
Tell me who do you turn to
When you've lost your direction
Made a mind into weapon
Build a house on the stone
Or the home by the sand
Lemon seeds in the soil
Blood on the leaves
I see blood in the sink
Hear them bluff on the news
Migrant workers scared of migrant workers
Oh Lord, what have we come to?
Tell me who do you see
Looking at the man in the mirror when it's crunch time
And the sick life hit a brudda with a punchline
And you can't quite see the picture, can you stand and deliver?
Feeling you've been sold down the river
Feel it in your soul and you shiver
And the shit cuts deep
Digging in your bones in the winter
Written in these poems to consider
Can we show who we be?
When the chips down, gotta stand up
When it's only round one and you're bleeding
Weight of a ton on your breathing
All you gotta do is cry freedom
But you've got that illaheem within, try being
Try screaming from the depths of your being
I need him, back in my cage
Battling that which you chase
'Til you stand in his place
Tell me who do you turn to
When you've lost your direction
Made a mind into weapon
Build a house on the stone
Or the home by the sand
Lemon seeds in the soil
Blood on the leaves
I see blood in the sink
Hear them bluff on the news
Migrant workers scared of migrant workers
Oh Lord, what have we come to?
Yeah, I spent a lot of time running
Front line, I was always top gunning
Top billers spend a lot of time fronting
P invisible, can't nobody touch him
Ain't nobody fucking with a don (That's the problem)
Ain't nobody thinking there's a problem (That's the problem)
Everybody always want a little something
Might as well put my body in a (Dungar)
I've been tryna understand my role
What's the bigger picture for my soul? (What's your purpose?)
Lately, I've been thinking I could go (Go and jump then)
But then I start to think about my folk
Ain't everybody given situations with a gift?
Alleviate pain with your vision and a script
Set aside yourself for a minute, get a grip
Ain't anybody ever gave a fuck about a bitch
Tell me who do you turn to
When you've lost your direction
Made a mind into weapon
Build a house on the stone
Or the home by the sand
Lemon seeds in the soil
Blood on the leaves
I see blood in the sink
Hear them bluff on the news
Migrant workers scared of migrant workers
Oh Lord, what have we come to?
I know denial is bad for my health
Embrace the chaos as knowledge of self
I can't expire and sit on the shelf
I have a goal and a story to tell
Hope they all hear there's no fear in my tone
Hope they all see me when I'm in my zone
Walk with my people, but I stand alone
Find my sweet first, dummy
Tell me who do you turn to
When you've lost your direction
Made a mind into weapon
Build a house on the stone
Or the home by the sand
Lemon seeds in the soil
Blood on the leaves
I see blood in the sink
Hear them bluff on the news
Migrant workers scared of migrant workers
Oh Lord, what have we come to?