Persian serenade ft. Yasmin Lyrics

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 an 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

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

What good are we now

If all good is in BC?

What good are we now

If all good is in BC?

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?