Ok im trying to make an remix for this song and its IMPOSSAble Lol

not sure if u guys practice islam or not but I wanted to ask you if  you guys could sing on one of my halalbeats? please send me a pm so we can talk. thanks

fajjr+ali's first single, 'Without You'.

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Without You

THE ART OF BALLIN'

Everyones had some close calls at some point but theres a reason why we are still here. We are protected until we live our purpose so keep on

Trey Eye ft Lane 88 Surrounded By Angels

Qais Essar- Rabab, Guitar
Kamaljeet Alhuwalia- Santoor
Justin Gray- Bass Veena
Ray Belli- Drums

The Ghost You Love Most

Spacewalk

Playing new music on The Ascension Tour. This one is called "Python". 

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Python

#MondayMixes pt.4 - Colonization of the Mind
Beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPGekm9GZok

There's oftentimes a disconnect between the history I learn about this country and the actual events that shaped my family and the generations before me that took place back in my motherland of the Indian subcontinent. This piece was created to highlight the ongoing struggle of reclaiming my people's actual history and the knowledge of the land that shaped them while also deepening my awareness of the challenges my predecessors faced under British colonial rule. I've found rap to be a beautiful medium through which I can express these thoughts.

Lyrics

If you ask me where I’m from, I’ll say born in this country
If you ask me where I’ve come from, the memory’s kinda rusty 

 see I’ll grow up and spit facts on the Revolution
How America the country became an institution

It’s the instituting of a memory since elementary
So here’s the founding forefathers, your exemplary

Models, figures, people you should look up to
But when they made this country the ‘we the people’ was not you

Brother, please, your melanin it be glowing
your brown-skinned body’s roots are out-going

To another land, from another place
Where you had earlier generations, that’s their home base
 
But you born and raised, you wanna say this is your nation
Thinking this is your first time fighting discrimination 
Thinking this is the first time your people feeling trepidation

Please stop and connect the dots, 

it's the same white supremacy up on top
You see it’s in your blood, you’re a product of the past

But they’ve wiped your minds, you’re of the colonized caste
Lasting now in the lands  of your colonizer

So let’s roll back the clocks in ways they wish you wouldn’t
Learn about the  Indian subcontinent oh you shouldn’t 

talking 1700, India is at the top
twenty-three percent’f the world economy they got 

Just the same as all of Europe, yea you never thought
Their ships and textiles, their steel the world bought

And this East India Company comes through
Ok, the British wanna trade for what you do-

-But then they get an army going, they start fighting and claiming
In 1757, with Plassey they start shaping

Up an empire, from the Bengal 
Your history set on fire, yes a downfall

so they taxed your people—50 percent of their income 
two-thirds of folks fled their lands, got no freedom 

No money was seen, extort back to the Kingdom
British progression because you were bleeding 

But also your psyche, the way you were thinking
To manage a people, they cut up your being

Created a census, and put you in boxes
Divided communities, planted the toxins

Examples, continue, with WWI
The British, the righteous, yes they need guns
India was forced, gave more than any nation
In supplies, in rations, in money, call it ‘a donation’

Don’t forget the men, the actual brown souls
1.2 million fought for their own foes

Their stories of heroism have yet to be exposed 
Forget building a statute, no one even knows

Further into history, Boston Massacre
In these U.S. events you’ve learned you’re just a passenger

Your earlier generations, too, they know a massacre
In 1919, this your brown-skinned vernacular

Because 1600 rounds pumped at Jallianwala Bagh
where the British shot fifteen hundred bodies to rot

And rotten were the bodies that Churchill starved to death
When 4 million Bengalis died of hunger they breath(less)

(list)en, 1943 this is true
The food he diverted away, yea who knew? 
Right down to your chai, it was grown not for you
To the diamonds they stole for the crown, this isn’t new

See my life is a mental stencil, this rap is a mental pencil 
Connecting my very temple to my people’s fundamentals

Essentially I am speaking to the you that is me
Going back, tracing my steps, the journey to set me free

Without You

fajjr+ali

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