Eye Know Faces

by Omar Offendum

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I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that was but a single countenance as if held in a mould.

I have seen a face whose sheen I could look through to the ugliness beneath, and a face whose sheen I had to lift to see how beautiful it was.

I have seen an old face much lined with nothing, and a smooth face in which all things were graven.

I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.

- Kahlil Gibran

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released August 4, 2017

Lyrics written + recorded by Omar Offendum | Cosher Ink, LLC
Music Produced by Saüd | Brij Entertainment
Mixed + Mastered by Apollo Fortune
"Royal Peacock" Cover Art by Hagop Belian | www.madeofhagop.com

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Omar Offendum Los Angeles, California

Omar Offendum is a rapper / poet based in Los Angeles. Known for his unique blend of Hip-Hop & Arabic poetry, he has been featured on prominent world news outlets, lectured at a number of prestigious academic institutions, collaborated with major museums & cultural organizations on several high-profile projects, and helped raise millions of dollars for various humanitarian relief groups. ... more

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Track Name: "I Wish" (Prod. Saüd)
Ay man where you from?

I'm from a place where
revolutions slowly suffocate from sarin gas & selfishness
& freedom's a mirage my people stared up at with helplessness
When SOS alerts were sent, nobody got the messages
& soulless men then learned to turn a profit from the recklessness
Aware of just how short a span humanity's attention is
If the White House is ambivalent
That doesn't mean the Kremlin is
Hindsight is 20/20
Divine right's been claimed by many
And they still don't know Aleppo, let alone what a White Helmet is...

Let's keep it moving
Like Obama with the red lines
Or Trump with the headlines & hairlines
I swear, I'm a rare kind of dude
Like the term for worms in Arabic
Unearth my buried heritage
From cities turning derelict

All that time I had before
I just wish I cherished it

All I can remember now is war
Bilad Al-Sham she perishes

I wish, I wish, I wish I met you at a different time
Suffice it to say, I could've come up with a different rhyme
But glory days are often figments of a stricken mind
Coping mechanisms for whom History hath left behind...
But hey it didn't have to be this way
These songs of freedom ain't naïveté
They were sourced from truths as credible
As regime change is inevitable
I just hope I live to see the day
Track Name: "My Friend" (Prod. Saüd)
Verse 1:

I'm like the palm trees in LA
Twice removed from Sham...
But when I was growing up
Nobody knew where I was from
I'd tell them that I'm Syrian
They stood there looking curious
Started speaking to me in Spanish
Some would even speak in tongues
I wasn't offended ... Never am
Couldn't have an agenda
Well aware of the privileges a new blue passport rendered
Nose clean
No angel, but no fiend
No playboy, but no chump
No label could own me
If only

Chorus :

(Excerpts from Kahlil Gibran's "My Friend")

"My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear—a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence.

The “I” in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable."

So don't f*ck with me...

Verse 2:

If only I'd swear more & say I don't care more
But those who know me know that isn't me so I'm here more
Showing up for my fam
Being present when I can
Recognizing it's a blessing
To caress my mother's hand
Or be handed a microphone
To address another man
& remind him I'm no lesser of a man.
Older I get, the more Ive come to comprehend that some of you rappers I'll just never understand
Oh well ...

Chorus:

(Excerpts from Kahlil Gibran's "My Friend")

"My friend, thou art good and cautious and wise; nay, thou art perfect—and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously. And yet I am mad. But I mask my madness. I would be mad alone.

My friend, thou art not my friend, but how shall I make thee understand? My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand in hand."

Yella ...
Track Name: "Faces" Ft. Gazu (Prod. Saüd)
Verse 1:

I know I'm corny to some
I know I'm threatening to others
I might be boring to sons
But I'm important to mothers
Look I ain't trippin in any case
I'm more into hovering
Still I'm deeper than shoveling
Better yet, people in submarines
Can I get a piece of my motherland?
Or just peace in my motherland?
Mr Kiefer of Sutherland
Why my features are troubling?
Why I keep on discovering
All the evils of government
Why y'all feathers gets ruffled
When you be seeing a brother that's this fly?

Chorus

I wanna know x 5
How you can propagate them lies
But can't even look me in my eyes
I wanna know x 5
What it would take to make you see
That all that hate won't set you free

Verse 2:

Afraid of us because we teach our children
Not to be afraid of them
The truth offends
I guess they'd rather play pretend
Then make amends & dead that hatred slowly eating them within
A foolish trend unfortunately oft a symptom of decision-making men
Powerful simpletons
Blinded by ignorance they claim to end
Getting high off an inflated sense of exceptionalism & revisionist histories
Privileged parents been giving them
Unconventional wisdoms
Fake news forgives them
As they blame the victims

I wanna know x 5
How you can propagate them lies
But can't even look me in my eyes
I wanna know x 5
What it would take to make you see
That all that hate won't set you free

Verse 3:

("Faces" by Kahlil Gibran)

"I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that was but a single countenance as if held in a mould.

I have seen a face whose sheen I could look through to the ugliness beneath, and a face whose sheen I had to lift to see how beautiful it was.

I have seen an old face much lined with nothing, and a smooth face in which all things were graven.

I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath."
Track Name: "More Love" Ft. Nizar Qabbani (Prod. Saüd)
Nizar Qabbani:

زيديني عِشقاً.. زيديني

يا أحلى نوباتِ جُنوني

Chorus:

More love ... More love
I want more love ...

Can you love me in the morning?
Love me in the afternoon?
Love me in the evening?
I need more love ... More love

Verse 1:

She is the bow ... I am the arrow
We are target bound together
Hardest times are never more
Than spring boards to a better
Place for us
See, nothing is a waste for us
As long as there is love
for Allah's sake
There's always ways for us
To learn from
Speed bumps & sharp turns
Weed slumps & heart burns
You're my teacher
You're my healer
You're my comforter, tranquility
سكينة ...
Felt in each embrace
No higher height is reached in faith
Than that which lovers find together
When committed to the race
Towards an ever better place
Than what we've found
on mother Earth's sur-
Face the map & trace her beauty back to you.
The love is true.

Nizar Qabbani:

جِسمُكِ خارطتي

ما عادت خارطةُ العالمِ تعنيني

أنا أقدمُ عاصمةٍ للحزن

وجُرحي نقشٌ فرعوني

وجعي .. يمتدُّ كبقعةِ زيتٍ

من بيروتَ .. إلى الصِّينِ

عصفورةَ قلبي، نيساني

يا رَمل البحرِ، ويا غاباتِ الزيتونِ

يا طعمَ الثلج، وطعمَ النار

ونكهةَ كفري ويقيني

أشعُرُ بالخوف فضُميني


Chorus:

More love ... More love
I want more love ...

Can you love me in the morning?
Love me in the afternoon?
Love me in the evening?
I need more love ... More love

Verse 2:

We're feeding from Her bountiful bosom
Creatures rarely asking why
Intergalactic insemination
Of heavenly vegetation
Remember & forget equations
But the spirits never die
Flagella flapping to the vibrations of
Gene mapping
Feet tapping
Speech rapping
Heat packing
Combustible
The life force
Adjustable
New tricks
Old dogs
Kubricks
Mozarts
When most art is a bunch a bull...
I put my trust in you
As one should do
For so far, I've learned the hard way
That no love is an odd way
But your love is the God way
So give me more love
زيديني عشقاً
as Nizar say

Chorus:

More love ... More love
I want more love ...

Can you love me in the morning?
Love me in the afternoon?
Love me in the evening?
I need more love ... More love

Nizar Qabbani:

يا أحلى نوباتِ جُنوني

يا سِفرَ الخَنجَرِ في خاطرتي

يا غَلغَلةَ السِّكِّينِ

زيديني غرقاً يا سيِّدتي

إن البحرَ يناديني

زيديني موتاً

علَّ الموت، إذا يقتلني، يحييني
Track Name: "Years" (Prod. Saüd)
I wrote this verse at 30,000 feet
En route to Austin
Next week Chicago
Last week exhausting
Speaking about my people & what 6 years cost them
Syrian bodies strewn ashore
Families who've lost them
Brutality the likes of which
A child should never see
Let alone be subjected to
Lonely, poor & destitute
Realities the likes of which
Our voices never free
Freedom marches
Across the harshest seas
Only to be rejected too

I'm appealing to the best of you
If my mama didn't raise me right
I wouldn't be addressing you
I'd be on my knees begging you
These babies deserve better
Than blurbs in newsletters
Or decisions about their futures
That help arms dealers earn better
In addition to the smugglers & the looters
Oil barons & air polluters
Killer telecommuters
Shooting bombs off drones
Offices close enough to home
To be dozing off by 8pm with little trauma signs shown

Pundits adding to the drama
One that flaunts a devil's thumbprint
But that index pulling triggers isn't charged
When the body it's connected to is in uniformed garb
Ain't that something?
Trust me, they don't hate your freedom
It's the lies they find repugnant
It's the wars & the coups
The propping up of dictators
Short-term memory
Long-range missile radius
& the craziest election rhetoric imaginable
How we would claim a moral high ground
Just isn't fathomable ...

The fact that #BlackLivesMatter
Has to even be said is telling
Back in '08
It was 'Hope & Change' selling
Eight years later
Some Great Lakes waters were strange smelling
And Syrian lives shattered
From a barrel bomb shelling
On an hourly basis
While our cowardly faces
Stared at a camera phone reflection
Drowned away in disgrace
Hundreds of thousands
Were plundered by thundering rounds
Of obliterating agony
World leaders would rather lead us to believe
They were being liberated
Actually ...

The older I get
I find the meaning of 'freedom' is relative
It doesn't even mean the same
To me & my relatives
Democracy on a high horse
Or high off of sedatives?
Keeping up with the Jones'
That ain't being competitive
Now I'm no longer in debt
But still feel like I'm getting it
The misuse of my tax dollars
Getting repetitive
Meditative retreats
Were all that kept me from losing it
Now I look in my son's eyes
To find what is relevant ...
Jibran, the best medicine
But if we had tried to immigrate today
They wouldn't let us in
That's unsettling ...
Yeah ... that's unsettling.