Abdullah Rolle - I See Clearly lyrics

[Hook: m**m Belal & Abdullah Rolle] I can see clearly, now the rain has gone No more bad weather I can see clearly, now the rain has gone (the rain has gone) I can see clearly, now the rain has gone (the rain has gone) I can see clearly, now the rain has gone [Verse: m**m Belal] I can see clearly, now the rain has gone The page they're on, is clearly not the page I'm on I didn't expect to be staying here for this long At this age I expected to be already gone Prediction wrong Thought my addiction had gone It wasn't in my plans to be making another song It isn't in my hands, I plan to be moving on But I am just a man, can't a man do wrong? I guess not What planet are they really from? Yeah, I'm from the best lot But I am not the best one I come from Jamaica Credit to the maker Put a little money on the side for the data Wanna fly away with my wife, Arabia I can hear the call in the night, wake me up What you find easy in your life, Maybe I Struggle with these things at times, struggler But you can't stand by and criticise, none of us Were ever authorised that right No, I am just a poet, I am just a m**m I am just his brother, I am just a husband I am just a son amongst the children of Adam I am not the one who can make things happen I am like a gun under a soldier's arm I only explode when my leader commands See I can go on There's no limit where I'm standing I'm happy where I'm standing Got permission from my captain Cuz I am not a rapper, I am not rapping I am not a singer, I am not singing I am just a man who likes to rhyme when I'm talking And I communicate with the mind of the orphans I don't want a coffin, silk no satin Just gimme a white cloth when I die to be wrapped in These brothers still rapping, I'm in a different league They're something gold in a tank, I'm blue in the sea And I cruise with no beat, I'm like a Malcolm speech A slave from the motherland, prayin' bare feet And I do this for the street The one that's still strugglin', the one that's still hustlin' The one that's still jugglin', the one that makes a living outta c**aine and h**n Tryna turn the street, brother, humble like a Bedouin We ain't gonna never win, if this is how we stand We're too far apart, I can't reach my brother's hand We're way too critical, we pa** too much judgement The one who's most righteous, Allah says, is the best of them So if all of my actions, were judged by my intentions Then maybe I'm forgiven for the things I cannot mention I was the one gettin' held back in detention then For comin' school with no book and no bag and no pen Now I walk with my book, call me like my gun La ilaha illallah on my tongue