Good Lord

Bismillah Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem

I said the good Lord made me what I am and I play this game for keeps

Got to use what I have to get what I want, all the dreamer got is his dream

And the good Lord made me what I am and I play the hand I'm dealt

Said sometimes the hardest thing to be in this world is just yourself

Best believe the Qur'an influenced all of my songs

My fans run and tattoo 'em all on they arms

Wanna travel, be there every time I perform

Now look me in my eye and tell me, how am I wrong?

And who would of thought

Just givin 'em the truth from my heart, both the ugly and the beautiful part

Would give 'em food from thought, let 'em chew it apart

And they'd all crowd around me and my movement would start

And how you gonna hate me for being what God made me?

It's not a game, I ain't sayin it playfully

They relate to the joy and the pain in me

And seein me make it be watchin a slave get free

Holler like Bilal in the tower

Hiya ala al fallah, Allah is the power

Givin voice to the dream and let it be seen

I admit it's obscene but deen recognize deen

So it isn't pristine when I spit a sixteen

Clean words don't describe the (shit) that I've seen

But layin in the alley, I whispered to Shahada

Bullets fly by from the drive by

So Imam Mohammed might pound on the podium

Popmaster Fabel work it out on the linoleum

Chappelle bust funnies, Mos Def bust rhymes

Muhammad Ali is the greatest of all time