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 Rapverse1 (Waqas) 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? 25 bucks please Chorus x2 Life is a loom Threads are the days God decides when to cut em Even though the work ain't done Rapverse2 (Lenny) Vamos gente vamos pronto Esta lleno el aeropuerto Todo esta difuso Tengo un sentimiento incierto Es el da de su regreso Ha estado encarcelado Tiene un temperamento! Y atencin yo no le he dado Tuvo unos problemas Nadie me ha contado Nunca supe yo que mis palabras Le han faltado Ahora s s la importancia de ser padre El mo para m fue un cobarde Pero eso es punto aparte Lo primero ser un abrazo Una lagrima, coraje y alegra Un grito muy oculto Remordimiento y agona Translation 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 Chorus Rapverse3 (Isam) Shu!!! 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 Ending Believe in the moment and you will be here with me Here with me If God is willing