Artist: K'naan Album: Troubadour Song: Somalia Typed by: DaSun Akbar [K'naan] Somalia Yeah, I spit for my block, it's an oath, I admit it Here, the city code is lock-n-load Any minute is rock and roll and you rockin' roll And feel ya soul leavin' It's just a wrong dance that'll leave ya not breathin' I'm not particularly proud of this predicament But I'm born and bred in this tenement, I'm sentimental, WHAT!?! Plus it's only white to represent my hood and what not So I am about to do it in the music and in the movies, cut To the chase pan across to the face, I'm right there Freeze-frame on the street name, oops wait a minute This is where the streets have no name and the drain of sewage You can see it in this boy how the hate is brewin' Cuz when his tummy tucks in, fuck the pain, it's fluid So what difference does it make