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