[Chorus]

I was born to a throne, stronger than Rome
But Violent prone, poor people zone,
Where I got grown, I got my own,
‘pop-pop’ for chrome, shot off the bone
Mogadishu streets – nobody preach,
Nobody eat, nobody sleep
I had my friends, fallen pursuits,
4 ghetto youths, hole in our shoes
We roam the streets- Mohammed leans,
Cry baby sneers, me crooked ears
It’s too much heat, lets go to beach and meet some cheek
But it gets deep, we turned a corner,
Deadly aroma, technical roller, 2 tank controllers
They fire on us and kill my 2 friends
Mohammed oozes from where his roof is, I got some bruses,
Crooked is useless, these dudes are ruthless, cry baby move quick.
We jumped the wall and make it to home and I’m still in shock when the door is opened, my mamma hits me,
Then pulls and kiss me “you want to die, I want to cry” but

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Born to a throne…

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And then it goes back 3x
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And then it goes back 3x

Get off the plane, feeling insane- me and my brother,
Sister, and mother and then it hit me, rigt in the kidney:
Where are my friends and why aren’t they with me?
But I will make it and refuge strictly
Remember how we heard about New York City!
Well that’s where I am, we moved to Harlem – until the INS gave us a problemWe had to sneak up into the T-town, toronto heats up, police got me cuffed
That was the 90’s I started writin’ -open mic syphon, ’til my skills brighten
If it wasn’t bling bling, then it ways N’sync
I started thinking, I remember singing

When I get older, I will be stronger, they’ll call me freedom just like a wavin’ flag
And then it goes back 3x
And then it goes when I get older, I will be stronger, they’ll call me freedom just like a wavin’ flag
And then it goes back 4x
Come on! singing along!
When I get older, I will be stronger, they’ll call me freedom just like a wavin’ flag
And then it goes back 3x
And then it goes when I get older, I will be stronger, they’ll call me freedom just like a wavin’ flag
And then it goes back 3x
And then it goes…
Yeah!..

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Chorus: When I get older, I will be stronger, they’ll call me freedom just like a wavin’ flag x2

I was born to throne stronger than Rome, but violent prone- poor people zone – I got my own ‘pop-pop’ for chrome (?)shot off a bone(?)/ Mogadishu streets- nobody preach (breach?), nobody eat, nobody sleep/ I had my friends- fallen pursuits- 4 ghetto youths- hole in our shoes/ we roam the streets- Mohammed leans, Crybaby sneers, Me, Crooked ears/ it’s too much heat, lets go to beach and meet some cheek/ but it gets deep- we turned a corner- deadly aroma- technical roller- 2 tank controllers/ they fire on us and kill my 2 friends- Mohammed oozes from where his roof is, I got some bruses, Crooked is useless, these dudes are ruthless, Crybaby move quick/ we jumped the wall and make it to home- and I’m still in shock when the door is opened- my mamma hits me, then pulls and kiss me “you want to die, I want to cry” but Chorus x When I get older… and then it goes back 3x.. when I get older…wavin’ flag x
Get off the plane, feeling insane- me and my brother, sister, and mother- and then it hit me, rigt in the kidney: where are my friends and why aren’t they with me? but I will make it and (?) refuge strictly (?) remember how we heard about New York City? Well that’s where I am, we moved to Harlem – until the INS gave us a problem- we had to sneak up into the (?) T town (?) – Toronto heats up, police got me cuffed/ that was the 90′s I started writin’ -open mic syphon, ’til my skills brighten/ if it wasn’t bling bling, then it ways (?) N’sync – I started thinking, remember singing x Chorus x