Outlandish - Life Is A Loom

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Sometimes I mean you should just leave it to God

Coz in one way or the other we all puppets in this game

It's like

Life's a loom and the threads are the days

And only God decides when to cut them

Even though the job is unfinished

We're all by his mercy

U know I can recall when pops left home

He used to write us twice a year

We didn't have phone

I grew up on my own

My Mama cried often

I mean he didn't even show up when she passed away

She had a heart attack 'cause they said he got married again

Cut all ties with us 'cause he had a new family and friends

So I was expected to step up and be a man

Quit school got a job you know just be there for my family

You see I'm nothing like my pops I see my woman twice a year

And one day I'll bring her and my kid up here

You see that picture there

That's our wedding she was 21

Ain't she pretty and my first born was a son

And now she's pregnant again

Thank you

And if it's a girl I'll name her

Fatima, give her the world

U see my friend life is a loom

So you keep smiling like me

Oh is this where you get of?

50 bugs please

Life is a loom

Threads are the days

God decides when to cut them

Even though the work ain't done

Vamos! gente vamos pronto

Esta lleno el aeropuerto

Todo esta difuso

Tengo un sentimiento incierto

Es el dia de su regreso

Ha estado encarcelado

Tiene un temperamento!

Y atencion yo no le he dado

Tuvo unos problemas

Nadie me ha contado

Nunca supe yo que mis palabras

Le han faltado

Ahora si se la importancia de ser padre

El mio para mi fue un cobarde

Pero eso es punto aparte

Lo primero sera un abrazo

Una lagrima, coraje y alegria

Un grito muy oculto

Remordimiento y agonia

Come on! People hurry up

The airport it's replete

Everything is diffuse

I get an uncertain feeling

Today it's the day of his return

He's been in prison

He gets a bad temperament

And I didn't give him attention

Got himself into some problems

And nobody ever told me

I did never knew that my advices were missing

Now I know the importance of a father

My father to me he was a coward

But that's another story

The first thing will be a hug

A tear, madness and joy

A hidden scream

Remorse and agony


I ain't going for the American dream

It's too fucking far

Can't swim across the Atlantic

Too many sharks

Put me down for the Euro instead

I will walk the Mediterranean

And "que pasa?!" in Spain

Don't give me that weird look hombre

I got my passport

Name Chris, born Swiss, in 1944 sport

Ain't no telling whut I'll do just to get up north

I'm tired of watching them young guns coming home building them floors

Rolling fast cars, but why?

On our streets there's no asphalt!

I'm stuck here, stressed trying to open this door

They'd be cashmoney, bling-bling in front of my boys

Playa hating? Ya damn right

I hate these mo'fuckers

Act like their lives' like glamour and shit

Flash their visa

While my city struggle like Gaza

I dream too about looking nice when I cross the border

And come back on a sunny day and tell my mamma: "I told ya!"

Who said anything about illegal gots to be dirty

Affirmative action, next year; a wife and a mansion

Believe in the moment and you will be here with me

Here with me

If God is willing

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