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When I was a little boy clenched on to my muma’s dress Hanging on like my last breath, evn me i was a mess. Then she teach me to address injustice with fearlessness Iradiyo Ja’elku aaweey igu kulmeen (means : the wisdom of grey hair and the foolishness of love have met inside me tonite) I came up on dusty streets Whether we hungry meet Humid with hostility Man the pressures killin’ me All the boys I use to know Aint around here anymore Iradiyo Ja’elku aaweey igu kulmeen All the troubles that we know And without a place to go Wen we try to say the truth They say you don’t have the proof If good things come to those who wait why wont sunshine look my way Iradiyo Ja’elku aaweey igu kulmeen They say time is like a sword Striking the ambition cord Struggle has its own rewards So we hope you march forward Muslim, Jews, and Christians war No ones left to praise the lord Iradiyo Ja’elku aaweey igu kulmeen If you want to be free then no one can fight it If you want to see the moon then the clouds can’t hide it We live in this impossible world we will change this fightin Iradiyo Ja’elku aaweey igu kulmeen KNaan ---Cirradiyo Jacaylku ----Cawey igu kulmeen intaas ayaan ka fahmey kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 11:06:19 +0000

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