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
Look, I tell myslef 'Don't let it
get to me' Cuz if the best
they got is not impressing me,
then there is no reason they
should get the best of me,
While they were aiming at my
words they missed the rest of me
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,
Who do you think I think I am?
I got the feeling that 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 them and they're
heavy, so you need that key
And now you're looking at your
hands, saying 'Man, if i ditch
the system, these could be mine'.
But then you hear a voice
come up from behind,
'Don't even think about
stepping out of line...'
My friends are deep and they'are
all I got, and they stand up behind
me if you like it or not
And I'm telling you that the Fire's
Hot, did you see that smoke
and did you hear that shot...
Cuz it's a war and in the
middle I am
So judge now with
your pen in hand
Cuz I'm too busy to
judge another man, I'm trying
to write the blueprint
for all the world to understand
They want stop talk, and I
regret me giving you any
little voice at all
But saving this world just
comes with a cost,...
'...maybe they were right
from the start '...maybe I should
not be myself, cuz I'm just giving
these critics help...'
And it makes me twist my stomach
in half, that My Pen and his pen
are put 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 should've stayed in bed,
stay out of the booth and put
all these guitars in the closet...'
'...maybe I should go back to school,
but any more education just makes
me feel like a fool...' So i guess
I gotta let critics talk, cuz
I WON'T STOP