[Verse 1]
Most of these orphans (are) escorted
Abortion was the misfortunate that fortunately wasn't for them
They forge from the poorest families in upper Egypt
Town of Menia
Praying for all them Bedouins peddling tangerines up
I've seen ‘em at the cantina
Rejoicing on the Messiah
We're pouring more Aquafina into this kettle
No faucets for water drinking
These daughters is thinking ‘bout
Spending all of tomorrow without no sorrow
In freedom, repeating–
[Hook (x2)]
Can't say that name; it's a secret
Can't say that name
It's a secret
They'll “David Blaine” you in Egypt
Fill in the blank if you need him, though
Don't say that name it's a secret, no
[Bridge (x2)]
May these blessings
Fall on you
Life!
(I've been waiting my whole life)
[Verse 2]
First breakfast with one of our brothers named—
Can't say that name it's a secret
Oh…
Well, a sobriquet he presented
He told us, “Don't take no pictures!”
His alias was his image
Invisible was is visage
It's critical ‘cause his sibling got k**ed for religion
A little bit ago back in Yemen
And that hit'll go out to him
But what's pitiful is I remember
My ignorant supposition of scripture like:
“That's the spirit of fear
Yup, he's in fear…”
Left hemisphere, this is wisdom
(um, if you didn't know.)
Sometimes “On my 116” isn't about what you're spitting
Or how well you deliver
Or how loud you can cheer it
Or spiritual vs. positive rhymes
It's how you live it
…and how you listen
Attempting to abstain from seeming “ashamed”
So they're all caps-lock speakin'
Screaming, can't even
Hear the whispers of this lesson that I learned in Egypt:
Listen and be strategic
[Hook]
[Bridge]