Текст песни K’Naan — Waving Flag

When I get older, I will be stronger, they’ll call me freedom just like a wavin’ flag x2
When I get older, I will be stronger, they’ll call me freedom just like a wavin’ flag

I was born to a throne, stronger than Rome
But Violent prone, poor people zone,
Where I got grown, I got my own,
‘pop-pop’ for chrome, shot off the bone
Mogadishu streets - nobody preach,
Nobody eat, nobody sleep
I had my friends, fallen pursuits,
4 ghetto youths, hole in our shoes
We roam the streets- Mohammed leans,
Cry baby sneers, me crooked ears
It’s too much heat, lets go to beach and meet some cheek
But it gets deep, we turned a corner,
Deadly aroma, technical roller, 2 tank controllers
They fire on us and kill my 2 friends
Mohammed oozes from where his roof is, I got some bruses,
Crooked is useless, these dudes are ruthless, cry baby move quick.
We jumped the wall and make it to home and I’m still in shock when the door is opened, my mamma hits me,
Then pulls and kiss me “you want to die, I want to cry” but

Get off the plane, feeling insane- me and my brother,
Sister, and mother and then it hit me, rigt in the kidney:
Where are my friends and why aren’t they with me?
But I will make it and refuge strictly
Remember how we heard about New York City!
Well that’s where I am, we moved to Harlem - until the INS gave us a problemWe had to sneak up into the T-town, toronto heats up, police got me cuffed
That was the 90’s I started writin’ -open mic syphon, ’til my skills brighten
If it wasn’t bling bling, then it ways N’sync
I started thinking, I remember singing

When I get older, I will be stronger, they’ll call me freedom just like a wavin’ flag
Come on! singing along!
When I get older, I will be stronger, they’ll call me freedom just like a wavin’ flag
And then it goes...
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