Our Tongues Video (MV)

I stand on my feet, I lean with my hands and my heels and my feet
I'm blowing dodge to the east, my manhood defined by my traits in the sheath
Allah loves me when I pray, my mom prefers me at my own beat
I feel disconnected from man, I have some unpleasant memories
I'm seeking your guidance, yet, where are you guiding me, I thought that your plan would be grander
Disillusioned the man, and maybe it's greed but I feel my potential has squandered
So it's empty the manor, I have submitted control in this dance
Yet Allah has not given the chance, rebel in indulgence, forbidden romance
And baby I can't see our future, all the cigarettes stifle my lungs
This reality bleak so I blacken my lungs, you spoke, but are different; our tongues
We are what we are, it is what it is, it was what it was
I feel lost in your direction, I retain all my faith, all my trust
And baby I can't see our future, all the cigarettes stifle my lungs
This reality bleak so I blacken my lungs, you spoke, but are different; our tongues
We are what we are, it is what it is, it was what it was
I feel lost in your direction, I feel lost
My phone puppeteers this cycle of decadence, I pray for the fellow residents
Directionless wander, I starve for your pestering, these clashes reminding me that I am human
But further isolates the essence, I follow all of your directions
Afraid that your teachings can't help me, for the life that I live is a far-cry from yours
Analog all that I can, but the disconnect deepens
As I'm sewing this web, vanished like all I can reap, my fruits remains ripened
This tar is infectious, all I consume is what seeps through my liking
My pride inhibits assistance, my chance of receiving your stipend
And baby I can't see our future, all the cigarettes stifle my lungs
This reality bleak so I blacken my lungs, you spoke, but are different; our tongues
We are what we are, it is what it is, it was what it was
I feel lost in your direction, I retain all my faith, all my trust
And baby I can't see our future, all the cigarettes stifle my lungs
This reality bleak so I blacken my lungs, you spoke, but are different; our tongues
We are what we are, it is what it is, it was what it was
I feel lost in your direction, I feel lost