[verse 1]
|
Picture the morning, taste and devour,
|
we rise early, pace up the hour
|
Streets is rustling, hustling they heart out
|
you can't have the sweet with no sour
|
|
Spices, herbs, sweets and the flour
|
she came out precisely the hour
|
Clouds disappear, the sun shows the power
|
no chance of a probably shower
|
|
I feel in love with my neighbor's daughter
|
I wanted to protect and support her
|
Nevermind, I'm just 12 and a quarter
|
I had dreams beyond our border
|
|
[bridge]
|
Is it true when they say all you need is just love? (Is it true?)
|
What about those who have loved,
|
only to find that it's taken away?
|
|
And why do they say that the children have rights to be free? (To be free)
|
What about those who I've known,
|
whose memories still lives inside of me?
|
|
[chorus]
|
Fatima,
|
what did the young man say,
|
before he stole you away,
|
on that fateful day? (Fatima)
|
|
Fatima,
|
did he know your name,
|
or the plans we made,
|
to go to New York City? (Fatima)
|
|
[verse 2]
|
After school, we studied the lessons,
|
I asked God to slow down the seconds,
|
He does the opposite, that's what I'm guessin',
|
I better chill and count my own blessings
|
|
Fatima, Fatima
|
What is the matter?
|
How come you ain't come up the ladder?
|
So we can be like there is no tomorrow,
|
Damn, you gon make me wait 'til tomorrow
|
|
She spoke Arabic and Swahili,
|
She'd say "Upendo, Anta Habibi."
|
You so bright, you sound like my TV,
|
then one day, she never came to meet me
|
|
[bridge]
|
|
[chorus x2]
|
|
[verse 3]
|
If beauty was in the eyes of beholder,
|
how come everyone hushed when she walked by?
|
How come girls would look just to scold her?
|
How come the angel wanted to hold her?
|
|
Fatima, Fatima,
|
I'm in America,
|
I make rhymes and I make em delicate,
|
You would have liked the parks in Connecticut,
|
You would have said I'm working to hard again.
|
|
Damn you shooter, damn you the building,
|
Whose walls hid the blood she was spillin'?
|
Damn you country, so good at killin',
|
damn you feelin' for persevering.
|
|
[bridge]
|
|
[chorus II x2]
|
Fatima,
|
what did the gunman say,
|
before he took you away,
|
on that fateful day? (Fatima)
|
|
Fatima,
|
did he know your name,
|
or the plans we made,
|
to go to New York City? (Fatima)
|
|
-----------------
|
Fatima
|
| K'naan |
