Next time they ask
You where you're from
You tell them
I'm from every god damn place
You're crushing with your thumb

Next time they ask
What kind of name
You tell them
It's the kind you're scared of
But I'll say it just the same

And if they wonder
Who you are
This time don't say nothing
You just pick up your guitar...


I am
I am
I'm the poet
I'm the prophet
I'm the oil in the sand

I am
I am
I'm a menace
And this music
Is the weapon in my hand

I am
I am
I am everything you love
And I am everyone you've banned

I...I...I...I...I am the people
These are my demands

Next time you speak
Don't bite your tongue
You can't let them keep pretending
That their deaf and that you're dumb

Sometimes the truth
Will make them mad
If they don't want to hear it, well
That's just too fucking bad

And if they make
your words a crime
Write your manifesto on the fabric of their minds

Carve your manifesto on the wall behind their eyes

I am
I am
I’m a decorated sergeant
in the army of the damned

I am
I am
I'm the seventh son of Abraham,
No ordinary lamb

I am
I am
I’m remorse's dearest friend
But I'm redemption's biggest fan

I...I...I...I...I am the people
These are my demands

All my life they told me
“Son, we make the rules
Know your station,
We don’t suffer fools

You'll always be an immigrant you'll never lose the stain"
But a stain is what I'm made of and this country's in my veins

  • Nima Samimi
  • Muhammad Seven & the Spring
    Name of Band or Artist
  • Project Type:
  • Length:
    4 minutes 34 seconds
  • Completion Date:
    March 12, 2019
  • Country of Origin:
    United States
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  • Nima Samimi
Artist Biography

…a decorated sergeant in the army of the damned. The Spring are three underground prophets, a well that supplies vitamins, minerals and harmonies. As an old cowboy once told us, “No matter how long the winter, spring always comes.”

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