Mic check, mic check

Yeah, the mic alright? Thanks a lot

Uh, yo

It's Brodha V

Some of you might have heard of me

I talk about money, I talk about rap music

I talk about getting high

But now, imma talk about God

Back in the time when I was lacking a dime

My hopeless youth had me slowly get attracted to crime

Then sat an alliance to talk it out with practical minds

Felt a force within me, get all my talents combined

Enacted a mime, enlightened, I decided to rhyme

Delighted and excited, I'm planning to rap 'til I'm prime

Started spilling ink on the paper and planned to get signed

But the world is biased, so wild, they got me slapped with a fine

Never got a chance, never let me spit on the mic

Only 'cause I come from a land where people ain't white

Day and night, I keep flowing, completing all my demo tracks

In spite of being denied the right by anti-democrats

Unleash my rage through music intense

The cultural shock that got my whole community tensed

That's when I close my eyes and talk to God

Peace in my head, I'm singing this song, and it goes like

Aatma rama aananda ramana

Achyuta keshava hari narayana

Aatma rama aananda ramana

Achyuta keshava hari narayana

Life is an octopus tryna choke you with tentacles

Survived by only those who prove to be sensible

With only two choices, good and the bad, uh

The hardest part is to be choosing a path, check this

I could've got myself in dealing with drugs

Or maybe pop a weaker person dead while chilling with thugs

Maybe blow up my father's money spending on clothes

Fake an attitude for winning all them feminine votes, uh

One point of time, I got absorbed in foolish lies

Was juvenile, thought it was cool to get into brutal fights

I even had the thrilling urge to kill

The next second, the whole feeling reversed to guilt

I was offered a gun, that's when I dropped it for a mic

Took rap as a career and I thought that this was right

I close my eyes and give my thanks to God

Peace in my head, I'm singing this song, and it goes like

Aatma rama aananda ramana (that's right)

Achyuta keshava hari narayana (uh, uh, uh, take it and go)

Aatma rama aananda ramana (that's right)

Achyuta keshava hari narayana

I'm being frank and I'm speaking my mind naked

Every day on my knees, praying to God that I make it

The only hope that keep me going is I know I'm artistic

To levels extreme, my haters agree I'm God-gifted

But that don't mean I lay around like clinical bait

When it's mayhem in my head at such subliminal rate

Cyclic monotony for me is cursed as debt

I'm only halfway through the phase between birth and death

One day, I wish to be like Eminem or 2Pac

And have a million people chanting, "Brodha V, you rock"

And maybe, wish to have a girl like Emma Watson

Or even accept a Grammy on stage while mama's watching

But 'til then, I'ma see days when the weather be rough

I better be tough, Brodha V gon' never give up

Now imma close my eyes and talk to God

Peace in my head, I'm singing this song, and it goes like

Aatma rama aananda ramana (that's right)

Achyuta keshava hari narayana (uh, uh, uh, take it and go)

Aatma rama aananda ramana (that's right)

Achyuta keshava hari narayana