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
