Letras:K'naan. Somalia.

uh…yeah…Somalia

Yeah,
I spit it for my block, it’s an old, I admit it here
The city cold, it’s lock and load
Any minute it’s rock and roll
And you rockin wrong, and feel you so leavin
It’s just the wrong dance that’ll leave you not breathin
I’m not particularly proud of this predicament but
I’m born and bread in this tenementum sentimental what
Plus it’s only right to represent my hood and what not
So I’m about to do it in the music and the movies cut
To the chase pan across to the face I’m right dead
Freeze frame on the street name
Oops, wait a minute
This is where the streets have no name and they drain of sewage
You can see it in this boy how the hate is brewin
Cause when it’s tummy tucks in, fuck the penis fluid
So what difference does it make entertaining through it
Some get high mixing coke and gun powerders sniffin
She got a gun but could of been a model or physician

So whatchyou know about the pirates terrorize the ocean
To never know a single day without a big commotion
It can’t be healthy just to live with such a steep emotion
And when I try and sleep, I see coffins closin (2X)

yeah…yeah

We use to take barbed wire, mold them around discarded bike tires
Roll them down the hill on full blazin
Now that was our version of mountain bike racin
Damn, do you see why it’s amazing?
When someone comes out of such a dire situation
And learns the English language just to share his observation
Probably get a Grammy without a grammar education
So fuck you school and fuck you immigration
And all of you who thought I wouldn’t amount to consolation
And now I’m here with out the slightest bit and reservation
They love me in the slums and they made it reservations
The world is a ghetto with ministrant and depravation
Buy mommy didn’t raise no fool did she (hoeror?)
I promised I would get it and remain strictly loyal
Cause when they get it they let it all switch and spoil
But I just illuminated it like kitchen foil
A lot of main stream niggers is yappin about yappin
A lot of underground niggers is rappin about rappin
I just want to tell you what’s really crackalackin
Before the tears came down this is what happened

So whatchyou know about the pirates terrorize the ocean
To never know a single day without a big commotion
It can’t be healthy just to live with such a steep emotion
And when I try and sleep, I see coffins closin (2X)

uh…yeah…Somalia