Sometimes I mean you should just leave it to God
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Coz in one way or the other we all puppets in this game
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It's like
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Life's a loom and the threads are the days
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And only God decides when to cut them
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Even though the job is unfinished
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We're all by his mercy
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[Rapverse1 (Waqas)]
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U know I can recall when pops left home
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He used to write us twice a year
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We didn't have phone
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I grew up on my own
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My Mama cried often
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I mean he didn't even show up when she passed away
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She had a heart attack 'cause they said he got married again
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Cut all ties with us 'cause he had a new family and friends
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So I was expected to step up and be a man
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Quit school got a job you know just be there for my family
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You see I'm nothing like my pops I see my woman twice a year
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And one day I'll bring her and my kid up here
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You see that picture there
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That's our wedding she was 21
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Ain't she pretty and my first born was a son
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And now she's pregnant again
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Thank you
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And if it's a girl I'll name her
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Fatima, give her the world
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U see my friend life is a loom
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So you keep smiling like me
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Oh is this where you get of?
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50 bugs please
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[Chorus]
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Life is a loom
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Threads are the days
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God decides when to cut them
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Even though the work ain't done
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[Rapverse2 (Lenny)]
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Vamos! gente vamos pronto
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Esta lleno el aeropuerto
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Todo esta difuso
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Tengo un sentimiento incierto
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Es el dia de su regreso
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Ha estado encarcelado
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Tiene un temperamento!
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Y atencion yo no le he dado
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Tuvo unos problemas
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Nadie me ha contado
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Nunca supe yo que mis palabras
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Le han faltado
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Ahora si se la importancia de ser padre
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El mio para mi fue un cobarde
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Pero eso es punto aparte
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Lo primero sera un abrazo
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Una lagrima, coraje y alegria
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Un grito muy oculto
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Remordimiento y agonia
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[Translation]
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Come on! People hurry up
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The airport it's replete
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Everything is diffuse
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I get an uncertain feeling
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Today it's the day of his return
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He's been in prison
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He gets a bad temperament
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And I didn't give him attention
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Got himself into some problems
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And nobody ever told me
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I did never knew that my advices were missing
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Now I know the importance of a father
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My father to me he was a coward
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But that's another story
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The first thing will be a hug
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A tear, madness and joy
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A hidden scream
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Remorse and agony
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[Chorus]
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[Rapverse3 (Isam)]
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Shu!!!
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I ain't going for the American dream
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It's too fucking far
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Can't swim across the Atlantic
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Too many sharks
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Put me down for the Euro instead
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I will walk the Mediterranean
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And "que pasa?!" in Spain
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Don't give me that weird look hombre
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I got my passport
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Name Chris, born Swiss, in 1944 sport
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Ain't no telling whut I'll do just to get up north
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I'm tired of watching them young guns coming home building them floors
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Rolling fast cars, but why?
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On our streets there's no asphalt!
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I'm stuck here, stressed trying to open this door
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They'd be cashmoney, bling-bling in front of my boys
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Playa hating? Ya damn right
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I hate these mo'fuckers
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Act like their lives' like glamour and shit
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Flash their visa
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While my city struggle like Gaza
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I dream too about looking nice when I cross the border
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And come back on a sunny day and tell my mamma: "I told ya!"
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Who said anything about illegal gots to be dirty
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Affirmative action, next year; a wife and a mansion
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[Ending]
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Believe in the moment and you will be here with me
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Here with me
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If God is willing
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Life Is A Loom
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