In my eyes its written… no doubt and no division… Ali’s my first Imam
The way the world defines me… a follower of Ali… Ali’s my first Imam
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Following Ali by God isn’t a choice, it’s a thirst
Thirsty we become when they say “fourth”, we answer “he’s first”
Glory to the One who doesn’t let hearts from his love burst
Glory to He who gave us his love from first breath till last
Glory be to the Lord… who placed a heavenly sword… firmly in Ali’s palm
With pride this sword we carry… a follower of Ali… Ali’s my first Imam
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Even if a sword reaches my neck and my life’s taken
I’ll only follow he who by God’s own hand was chosen
Eyes are windows to the soul and in mine you see written
I am a Shi’a, son of Shi’a, Shi’a my children,
“Ali” in allegiance… “Shi’i” in my existence… a pride that none can harm
Written with my destiny… a follower of Ali… Ali’s my first Imam
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Our belief in Ali never dies and never burns out
It’s not even choice, it’s in our blood, with no ounce of doubt
He represents us and yet his greatness few know about
What sprinkles in us overflows in him, even in drought
An image in our eyes… and history never lies… Mohammed raised his arm
I was taught my history… a follower of Ali… Ali’s my first Imam
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God made us obediant to him when us he designed
You’ll find us wherever Ali and his children you find
Even if we find ourselves against the whole of mankind
We hear his name if we’re deaf and see his name if we’re blind
God told our destiny… salute the name of Ali… the greatest type of charm
Created intimately… a follower of Ali… Ali’s my first Imam
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It’s not just Mohammed or Ali, it’s their family
They father the orphan and they look after the lonely
They’re not just a household of gold, they’re divine and holy
We’ve seen miracles by crying out “help us O’ Ali”
Ali brings miracles… beats his name and syllables… the pulse in our forearm
For Mohammed’s family… a follower of Ali… Ali’s my first Imam
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To the knowing you as first after Mohammed we were born
When God first created us He’d see for Hussain we’d mourn
We made two promises and from neither can we be torn
We’ve sworn to follow you and to mourn your son we have sworn
The mourning of your son… like following you is done… a weapon none disarm
Haideri and Hussaini… follower of Ali… Ali’s my first Imam
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(London – 03/04/14)