DESCRIPTION:
Official music video for Man Vs Self by Ramey Dawoud.
Produced by Diamond Style Productions.
Lyrics-
[Malcolm X ]
Who are you?
You don't know?
And where were you?
And what did you have?
What was yours?
What language did you speak then
What was your name?
No, what was your name?
And why don't you now know what your name was then?
Where did it go?
Where did you lose it?
Who took it?
And how did he take it?
What tongue did you speak?
How did the man take your tongue?


[Ramey Dawoud]
I get this from day to day, there is no hope huh?
Everybody a snake, why can't you be the cobra?
I tell why, while you are laying on your sofa
I'm tryna boa constrict the game until it's over
And the white flag is waved, finally defeated
And your side-tracked life is saved, because you pleaded
Similar to your favorite TV series, it's repeated
But like fixing something that ain't broke, it's not needed
This is real life, but it too can be cheated
This is real life, but it too can be deleted
I tell you this is real life and you say you believe it
Then why are you following, when you can lead it?
And control it at large, and know how the day go
And be fully in charge like you was in San Diego
I'm just trying to starve my ego and feed my soul
Why am I Martin, 'cause I have dreams
Why am I Malcolm, 'cause I'm tryna fulfill them by any means
Of all things, the main difference is the approach
But the reaction of you acting on doing what you're told
The slave is sold, the war is cold, break from the sleeper hold!

[Malcolm X ]
What was your name?
No, what was your name?
And why don't you now know what your name was then?
Where did it go?
Where did you lose it?
Who took it?

[Ramey Dawoud]
Ring the alarm, causing you harm, they decieve with the charm
Arm in arm, awake and alarmed, no sheep at the farm
As we grow older, nights grow colder, looking over our shoulder
Misunderstood, throwing up our hoods like a Trayvon Martin supporter
I go and tell you the difference between I and you
I look to pass, you pull up and shoot
I peace of mind, you holler and hoot
No negotiation, rob and loot
I'm me in my shirt, you fake in a suit
Two different branches, same old root
Which path will he take, depends on the mood

[Malcolm X]
I have no fear, whatsoever, of anybody or anything