One, two, three
Drunk little Indian boy, they said
Spouting off his mouth 'bout the great man's debt
What's a little brag between boys in the cell?
You never know who's listening at the gates of Hell
They're just like video stores, press, rewind, delete
On those that don't work, that don't fit nice and neat
In the future, we'd say he's worth something
Hell, I could've been somebody
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?
In certain circles, well, you can't touch me
I'ma dance around, you know I'm connected to the powers that be
Like Ali, you ain't got nothing on me
You put my tail in jail, is this place called Hell?
Wheelin' and dealin' on a Saturday night
Caught between a calling and a stitched up fight
Brushing birds that travel, Hell outta here
Can you see me in your eyes?
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you cry, brother, there's a knife in your back
Don't you cry, sister, he ain't coming back
Caught you trying to make your way to kingdom come
Well, this is my territory
It's God's will to stamp what's mine
It's God's word that bites your tongue and marks me divine
The moment we lay our hands on the world, she's disfigured
Hell, we can touch her up
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?
No shame, no fear, no highway outta here
No shame, no fear, no highway outta here
I couldn't fake it if I wanted to
I think I'll make it if I follow through
I used to ask you what I needed best
Got sucker-punched and nearly lost my head
I'll mount you like an avalanche
King Midas kills his queen for a fighting change
I'll go on record, make your mark on my map
Brush a bird, take my word
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?
He woke up in this mother's arms
Dawn already, he had heard the call
Chee Chee, honey, well, it's time to rise
Spread your wings, little goose, and we'll take flight
He flew over the devil of the wasteland
Six strings playing on your heartland
With death in your pockets and a bird using
This is the star of progress
I set out on an expedition
Hold fire, girl, with your new religion
Keep it simple with your pop-pop songs
God forbid you change the record
I draw lines in symphony, animal savagery
Refugee just like me, don't believe the hype
Out of the wasteland we come
Little girls, little boys, and the nameless ones
Rise up, oh, children, won't you dance with me?
Up, little children, come and set me free
Rise, little ones, rise
No shame, no fear
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?
Don't you know who I am?