K'naan

America

uh huh uh huh uh huh

oh this takes me home,

it makes me think about sitting outside of my old home when I was younger and singing something like

gabar yaroo subhaano maro shabeelo hirato maro qafiifa huwato maga’aaga ii sheeg magaeygu waa sharaf sharaf haaji weeyan aqalada hariirta dhina baan ka jooga alla ya u sheega tinta u shanleeya nahoy zamzamey sabaah nuurey adoo kin kin iyo kaluun badaneey adoo hajka jira xasuus badaneey sahiibtaa asho ashaq baa dilay ugu dambeyntiina aniyo geeluba wa u banaanbahnay

wanagii orodnee nabad barinee mareykan waa laga soo waayay

There are certain things fresh,

and certain things mesh,

I got my own sound I dont sound like the rest,

and even my attire and my choice of dress,

and not long ago I don’t spoke English

my point is police pull me over a lot

they wonder what kind of rap sheet I got.

and sometimes I take a young girl out to eat,

and hold the door open oh your so sweet,

of course my affection’s super illustrated

and I like to give don’t reciprocate it

unless you could give me someone innovated

well lets cook it up we dont refrigerate it

but back to the country of the educated

where people get robbed and they celebrate it,

Maraken,

my country tis of thee

sweet land for robberies

dos smokin SUV’s

grab me an army green

fat and frills

thrills and spills

eat and sleep

hump and kill

shop til you drop

work til you dead

get all you can

then get in the wear

outta my face

on your knees

sleep in the mansion

shut out the streets

make that cake

woop that trick

lick my swagger

suck my sick

get high get low get stcky get rich

get yo own show get down get quick

you slow you blow you broke your fix

terror dome, home swag home

home swag home

There are some things pure while certain things blur

dilute it with the lie and you believe when it occur

falsified information got my people in the stir

we have to be in search of something equal to the cure

straight out the door, I come to give you more

lay the law keep it raw, when I speak it from the core

get underneath your skin like especially with the claw

conflicted with the rich cuz i kick it with the poor

I laugh in the face of adversity

sound clashed with the bass cuz its natural to me

but if you pay attention to the past you will see

not long ago you black they’d hang your ass from a tree

but certain things things change, while some stay the same

some are recluse others are lovers of the game

I’m trying to walk the lane, the serahtal mustakeen instead of doing things that keep you covered in the flame.

Nanananana that shit was cool in English, but let me get that Somali verse.