BORN SOMALI

[Conspiracy]

yo whats up people ? long time no post lol whats up Jamal my nigga and rapfanatic whats up guys..

here is a song i wrote i hope you guys could feel it

 

Born Somali in this cold world born with a sword to defend the oath

Cause in this world only hope could make you cope to be a better man

I been dead I been alive learnt deception the only way to survive

My life a battle ground with gods will I’ll carry the crown

After I bury my foes I’ll go with those to be the greatest of all

 

I carry a noble name through this game my aim is plain to live my days with this money I make now listen to what I say, I don’t feel the pain I prayed for rain to clean my sins and stains I am like ace in a game, I hope this chapters show you a capture or maybe an answer living life as a black panther, Living in a ransom sharing life with the devil for happiness men turning feminises females against gods will changing their body to filth, Am I scared or sacred I am prepared with a talent so natural like herbs, Change the verb then mix the beat my enemies feel defeat when I release the heat, I burn the beat spit to astonish drop out of college I possess ghetto knowledge

Too much pressure chasing a treasure leads to depression you could never measure

I carry flames in my brain through my veins run the pain to blur my aim, Is it time to kill or time to die? Am drunk and high born in a coffin begging for heaven

 

Born Somali in this cold world born with a sword to defend the oath

Cause in this world only hope could make you cope to be a better man

I been dead I been alive learnt deception the only way to survive

My life a battle ground with gods will I’ll carry the crown

After I bury my foes I’ll go with those to be the greatest of all

 

Fund raising hungry money chasing in the name of saving green spaces green house effects in the other hands they neglect HIV still without a cure.

I come pure I wish I had the tool I could never be sure will my son live poor or rich maybe cursed by my sins, cared on by my friends, lied too by my enemies, chased by cream or will he live for his fathers dream I was never sentimental lyrically I am mental self centred burn Mcs like candles, candles light my path never learned from my past living prove of genuine revel against the society we Africans how dare you call us minorities white mans philosophy to live above me envy my soul after they raped my land let blood mix with sand slid like avalanche I advance to enhance my prophecy never stop till death of the unbelievers.

 

Born Somali in this cold world born with a sword to defend the oath

Cause in this world only hope could make you cope to be a better man

I been dead I been alive learnt deception the only way to survive

My life a battle ground with gods will I’ll carry the crown

After I bury my foes I’ll go with those to be the greatest of all

 

Engrave on my grave I was brave slave escaping from a cage with rage died in young age after living in a cave suffer tattooed on my face when I walk I increase the pace its like am in a race or maybe chased I will never be chained spitting truth or tales however you take it, don’t deny I am your hero I am your weakness I am the deepest lyricist ever blessed to flow great like Noah’s arc re-mark-able verbal-art artistically lyrically releasing balanced bars designed to rip up Mcs body parts

 

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[Paragon]

Born is the word.

I was born before my date of birth,

Wrath be on those who obscure the truth.

Those who make us in childhood believe,

that throaght-slitting was the pain-relief,

that shipping-us at night in hostile sea,

was the best escape.

 

I'm remeniscent my brother,

of morally wounded ancestors,

of fathers and brothers sold as trophies,

by their kings to whiteman's indecency,

I feel the same pain and sorrow.

I feel strainded and chained physically,

Just like them. Their heads handled down,

next to their women. Offended by the way my,

and their, our women got treated.

I shed tears with the bereved child.

The one whose mother, father,

brother...and sister was kidnaped.

The baby girl left behind in households,

where men are hardly found.

 

Life was and is now hard my brother.

Visualize with me, witness the Afrikan soil,

with crops lay waste un-harvested,

fields spread miles un-ploughed.

 

I am re-living the same history,

efficently replaced by man-made depenency,

decolonised AFRICA now faces modern slavery,

globalization is misery in disguise.

 

The mystery is, as a matter of fact,

do we need this hypocracy?

It seems the kings who sold our brothers,

got re-incarnated i guess,

rein-stated by the same night theives,

crowed by the ill-fated democracy.

Shall will we be the followers,

the followers of he damn kings?

 

Monk my brother.

Some nights ago in hayes,

my life got changed.

Reality played itself before me,

just like a video tape.

I witnessed as dignity got raped,

equality disdained, true beingness revealed,

pride raked day-light destroyed,

civility disturbed.

 

History repeats itself,

mystery invites itself,

and Somalia kills itself.

Day and night I defend myself,

from stress sweeping me into oblivion,

loosing entitlement to live in planet "Earth".

 

I serve as a link from the past,

present and future.

And you know i'm travelling in the memory lane.

Sometimes the imagination's high way.

It is not the best way to travel, i know,

but it keeps me from getting done way.

 

I'm in communicado with time-history,

way back into centuries.

Every second I learn about the true hostory,

the history of the black majority.

I realise: yes! we built the piramids,

we home humanity.

 

But we were deliberately de-railed by myths,

and witches, taboo and sacred traditions.

strayed from our roots,

got mixed with un-known races and bloods,

we were to tought to drift from the origin,

the black begining, to the blur ending.