My night anthem

I hear voices in my head that says I am free 

I ask myself questions but I try to let it be 

Escaping is not an alternative so listen to me 

Why pressure my blood to the highest degree 

I mean, I studied science and got the best degree 

Why everything has to be complicated? 

In physics we studied about space as we calculated 

Teachers explained endless times until my ears got cursed 

Why explain about space when there is no where to breath

I live in an overpopulated city called Malmö, hard to get meth 

I live in a violent city where you get knocked by the police

The streets are crying for justice please allow me to sneezeAs a young I memorized a lot, From Coranic verses to fair tales from grandma and grandpaBut there is this one that poppes up in my mind every time I try to rhyme 

War goordir goodir dabahuwaa 

War laangaloole     dabahuwaa 

War mayla diiran    dabahuwaa 

Kula diiran maayo  dabahuwaa 

War bayla bayla     dabahuwaa 

War bayla Jaamac  dabahuwaa……

This could be my night anthem 

An inner voice taking me to Bethlehem 

I might be a fugitive but definitely not from Harlem 

The overwhelming dust making me invisible 

I come from culture where poetry is stable 

Children recite their own poems as a fable

See, endless poems is never liable 

What everybody recites is reliable 

Sure they deserve plenty of medals

It ain’t easy as collecting apples 

But hey:

Don’t you realize they are talented

I am not saying they title themselves but they are selected 

By people's choice they are elected

Somehow they are suspected without being reflected 

Talented is what they are,

You might wonder how they got protected 

Guess what, they are respected 

Anyways who said talk about them as an object

Objection: this leads to debate about how things can be sophisticated, confiscated 

Now, we are not talkin about land grabbing, 

We are talking about rapping, call it yawning, Jaaaw because I'm bouncing

Written by: Abdirisak Osman