Are You What You Want To Be?

I woke up on Champs-Élysées to the djembe of Ghana

A fine lady from Belize said: "You got the spirit of Fela"

A young one dripping make-up put her hands out to holla

I gave her what I got but couldn't handle her broken heart

The right words in the hands of dissidents with the fire

Will rip apart the marrow from the bone of the liars

Well I'm afraid of saying too much and ending a martyr

But even more so I'm afraid to face God and say I was a coward

With all these things I wait for revelation

These things make me want to duck for cover

With all these things I wait for revolution

These things ask the biggest question to me

And it is:

Are you what you want to be?

So are you what you want to be?

The war machines will put out both its hands for a dollar

It's drinking at the table with the chrome hand guerrillas

The young ones dripping make-up lift her leg up to holla

I told her what she's got should be protected in the arms of love

The right things in the hands of dissidents with the fire

Will rip apart the marrow from the bone of the liars

And I'm afraid of saying too much and ending a martyr

But even more so I'm afraid to face God and say I was a coward

With all these things I wait for revelation

These things make me want to duck for cover

With all these things I wait for revolution

These things ask the biggest question to me

And it is:

Are you what you want to be?

So are you what you want to be?

Are you what you want to be?

So are you what you want to be?