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muslim belal - i see clearly كلمات الأغنية

[hook: muslim 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: muslim 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 muslim
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 [or] 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 cocaine and heroin
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 p-ss 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

- muslim belal

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