Lyrics: I came a long way, but I fell in love with yesterday, now Im dealin wit today, why did yester have to run away? All I have left is memories, when sunsets even today will leave, tommoro offers me mysteries. Why did she leave me for history? So I say, ana fakir, wallahe fakir, ana fakir wallahe fakir, ana fakir, wllahe fakir, ana fakir wallahe fakir. When I was five momma had a day care in da basement of da house I wasnt shy, all the cute lil girls I made my wife, and we played house. I used to tell em Ill be the daddy! you be the mom. And we gonna kiss each other like the lovers on television. I was the baddest lil boy wit the most innocent face, committing hella child crimes, managin to make an escape By 1st grade I was cocky kissin the pretty girls in class. Got sent to principle office, my father whopped my ass. Grounded me told me my actions were bad, and haram. didnt wanna raise me here, so we caught a plane straight to sudan. But my mother disliked it ,we headed home, brick city And just went I thought my life couldnt get much more shitty Stupid yard sell, sold my toys, games and bedroom set. Sold da house, Caught a plane to dis place called Egypt. I hated it, missed my grannys, aunts, uncles cousins, And siblings who didnt come, man I thought my parents were buggin. I came a long way, but I fell in love with yesterday, now Im dealin with today, why did yester have to run away? all I have left is memories, when sunsets even today will leave, tommoro offers me mysteries, why did she leave me for history? so I say, ana fakir, walahe fakir, ana fakir, walahe fakir, ana fakir, wallahe fakir, ana fakir, wallahe fakir. Didnt speak arabic at the time Only knew one word, hamam. Therefore, I had to repeat 1st grade again. Tallest, darkest, foreign student in elementary. My skin color musta been funny, picked on me By 3rd grade I gain respect, 5th grade I ran the school. Every student wished to be me, the definition of cool. My father got a 2nd wife, Egyptian, but hated my mother. Momma couldnt deal wit it, man! They kept on leaving each other. Till da day they divorced, was I happy? of coarse. Cuz visualizing my mother cry hurt me the worst. I stayed with my father da learn ethics of manhood. Promising myself I would always treat my queen good. Wouldnt eat his wife food unless her kids ate off da same plate she hated my mom, didnt want her to hurt her by harming me. if you saw her facial expressions during my asthma attacks. Youll know why I starved myself just for her happiness to last. Iiiiiiii wish I could control tiiiiime, cuz to the future Im blind. Take me back to rewiiiiiiind. Where I prefer to reside, back when I felt so alive, back when I had so much pride, back when my soul was full of liiight I left my father moved back wit my mother, sister, and 3 brothers. Missed my father, but they needed me, hope he knows I love em. I thought my family was rich untill I reached thirteen. Momma savin up for furniture fed us rice and beans. I used to hang up da laundry to watch da girls walk by. Or flirtin wit my neighbors daughters till their parents arrived. When my mother left da house, all my boys came over. KFC, FM radio, my liquor was coca cola. I wondered if family back home really missed us. Not a phone call, were phone calls that expensive? I really felt and feel Egyptian, cuz dey told me I was. They said you drunk from the Nile so it runs in ya blood. I couldnt picture a better place than where I grew up. Or food with a different taste, Man I woulda threw up I got 2 mothers dat most dont get a chance to see. My mother and um edunya,I love my ummies.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 14:30:00 +0000