Dedicate song lyrics Born In Babylon by Soja

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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, look

I tell myself don't let it get to me
'Cause if the best they got is not impressing me
then there is no reason they should get the best of me
While they were aiming at my words they missed the rest of me, see

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're heavy, so you need that key

And so you're looking at your hands
saying, ?Man, if I ditch the system these could be mine?
But then you hear a voice come up from behind
Don't even think about stepping out of line

So how can I stop all these critics from their talking?
The more I do the more they say, yeah
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 are all I 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 smoke and did you hear that shot?

'Cause it's a war and in the middle I am
So judge now if you've a pen in hand
'Cause I'm too busy to judge another man
I'm trying to write the blueprint for all the world to understand

And how can I stop all these critics from their talking?
The more I do the more they say, 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?

how can I stop all these critics from their talking?
The more I do the more they say
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They won't stop talk, won't stop talk
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, cause I'm just giving
these critics help...
And it makes me twist my stomach
in half, that My Pen and his pen
are put into the same
breath. If I never tried to do
this at all, then I think hed
be out of a job. ...and maybe
I just should've stayed in bed,
stay out of the booth and put
all these guitars in the closet...
...maybe I should go back to school,
but any more education just makes
me feel like a fool... So i guess
I gotta let critics talk, cause
i wont stop

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