Divine Light

[Intro] Brother, Minister The Minister quietly moves behind the rostrum, takes a seat, assembles his notes, and prepares himself to take center stage, as he has done for years Bismillah Mmm [Verse] For all of my me, I've been a little different The categories, I never fit within them What's my placement been within race and religion? Sacred system and spaces in which we livе in Insights from an outsider who swim right through barbed wire Gut laughеr, ugly crier; pajama pants dancer, cook with fire Wonder what the scene is for forty-year-old emcees Which rap to white people about Islam and Black genius Or is he just the only one living? We should award him, but which one would we give him? Here's the bad news I promise if they gave awards for tears and tattoos You'd be that dude But Starbucks outsells mochtar The real treasure always gotta be looked for But why do I gotta decide Between compromising with what I despise Or just dropping all the product that I design? Nothing, no dollar signs, just to be recognized, no Get your gratitude up and your mind right You're doing this for the Divine Light [Outro] Oh God, he's just making this up as he goes along I'm so excited