Born In Babylon - SOJA

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

I tell myself «Don't let it get to me!»

'Cause if the best they’ve got its not impressing me

Then there’s no reason they should get the best of me

While they were aiming at my words, they missed the rest of me

So 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

And 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 heavy

So you need that key!

And so you’re looking at your hands sayin':

«Man, if I ditch the system these could be mine»

But then you hear a voice comin' from behind:

«Don't even think about steppin' out of line!»

So 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

And who do you think I think I am?

Who do you think I am?

My friends are deep and they’re all I’ve got

They stand up behind me if you like it or not

And I’m telling you that the fire’s hot

Can you see that smoking?

Did you hear that shot?

'Cause this is the war that in the middle I am

So judge me now with your pen in hand

'Cause I’m too busy to judge another man

Trying to write a blueprint for all the world to understand

How can I stop all these

Critics from your talking?

The more I do, the more they say

(They won’t stop talking)

(They won’t stop talking)

But there’s no way I’m stopping

They won’t stop talk, (they won’t stop talking)

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

(Who do you think I am)

As I’m just giving these critics help

(Who do you think I am)

And it makes me twist my stomach in half

(Who do you think I am)

That My Pen and His pen

Are put into the same breath

(Who do you think I am)

If I never tried to do this at all

(Who do you think I am)

Then I think he’d be out of a job

(Who do you think I am)

And maybe I just should’ve stayed in bed

(Who do you think I am)

Stay out of the booth and put all these guitars in the closet

(Who do you think I am)

Maybe I should go back to school

(Who do you think I am)

But any more education just makes me feel like a fool

(Who do you think I am)

So I guess I gotta let critics talk

(Who do you think I am)

Cause I won’t stop