Persian Serenade (feat. Yasmin)

They told me to stop
They told me to quit
They said I’ll be gone
They said it’s a risk
In the midst of all this
They said I was wrong
It’s a dangerous field
And I’m sitting in it
Writing these songs
But my people are dying
And you expect me
To pick up the gun?
Well you’re wrong!
I’m writing these rhymes
Regardless of the threats
I’ll sing through my frights
Speak with my heart
And write with my mind
Mama told me to take claim what is mine
Look at them frown
Hatin' on me
For speaking out loud
You stay quiet
And waste all your time
Always treated me like animal
I ended up a hound
Bitch
Always standing in my way
Son whores won’t let me go
Threatening to send me to jail
You don’t know the pain my songs have caused
But I’m still in this
Still in this
Nevertheless
I’m doing this
Should I get drunk off my weed
Or high with my liquor?
Isn’t it the opposite?
I don't know bitch go figure
Show me some hope in these times
I know it’s the truth they despise
No heaven on earth in this life
Death isn’t hell for my kind
Na na na
We grew with stars in the sky
The same sky where bombs would fly
Seen all kinds of war
Seen enough of kinds of fights and
Showing us peace in disguise
Came to our lands with one thing on their minds
Use and divide
Sent a culture to hell with their western said lies
No matter the pain and
No matter the laws that apply
The home of the bravest
Has never been brave to my kind
Land of the poets
Land of the brightest of minds
That’s what they said
Well
Tell me what are we now?
From Hafez and Rumi
To Khayam and Saadi
From Cyrus the Great
'Till the name that they gave me
If they are watching us now
They're probably crying
Watching the state of this country
But in the end
Every light needs a dark
Every pain has its place
For every peace needs its war
So out beyond
This pain and this anger
Far from the causes
The consequences and the matter
Out beyond the right and the wrong
There is a land within us
Where we all belong
They told me to stop
They told me to quit
They said I’ll be gone
They said it’s a risk
In the midst of all this
They said I was wrong
It’s a dangerous field
And I’m sitting in it
Writing these songs
But my people are dying
And you expect me
To pick up the gun?