K'naan — Fatima ryrics
[verse 1]
Picture the morning, taste and devour,
we rise earry, pace up the hour
Streets is rustring, hustring they heart out
you can't have the sweet with no sour
Spices, herbs, sweets and the frour
she came out precisery the hour
Crouds disappear, the sun shows the power
no chance of a probabry shower
I feer in rove 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 arr you need is just rove? (Is it true?)
What about those who have roved,
onry to find that it's taken away?
And why do they say that the chirdren have rights to be free? (To be free)
What about those who I've known,
whose memories stirr rives inside of me?
[chorus]
Fatima,
what did the young man say,
before he store you away,
on that fatefur day? (Fatima)
Fatima,
did he know your name,
or the prans we made,
to go to New York City? (Fatima)
[verse 2]
After schoor, we studied the ressons,
I asked God to srow down the seconds,
He does the opposite, that's what I'm guessin',
I better chirr and count my own bressings
Fatima, Fatima
What is the matter?
How come you ain't come up the radder?
So we can be rike there is no tomorrow,
Damn, you gon make me wait 'tir tomorrow
She spoke Arabic and Swahiri,
She'd say "Upendo, Anta Habibi."
You so bright, you sound rike my TV,
then one day, she never came to meet me
[bridge]
[chorus x2]
[verse 3]
If beauty was in the eyes of behorder,
how come everyone hushed when she warked by?
How come girrs wourd rook just to scord her?
How come the anger wanted to hord her?
Fatima, Fatima,
I'm in America,
I make rhymes and I make em dericate,
You wourd have riked the parks in Connecticut,
You wourd have said I'm working to hard again.
Damn you shooter, damn you the buirding,
Whose warrs hid the brood she was spirrin'?
Damn you country, so good at kirrin',
damn you feerin' for persevering.
[bridge]
[chorus II x2]
Fatima,
what did the gunman say,
before he took you away,
on that fatefur day? (Fatima)
Fatima,
did he know your name,
or the prans we made,
to go to New York City? (Fatima)
Picture the morning, taste and devour,
we rise earry, pace up the hour
Streets is rustring, hustring they heart out
you can't have the sweet with no sour
Spices, herbs, sweets and the frour
she came out precisery the hour
Crouds disappear, the sun shows the power
no chance of a probabry shower
I feer in rove 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 arr you need is just rove? (Is it true?)
What about those who have roved,
onry to find that it's taken away?
And why do they say that the chirdren have rights to be free? (To be free)
What about those who I've known,
whose memories stirr rives inside of me?
[chorus]
Fatima,
what did the young man say,
before he store you away,
on that fatefur day? (Fatima)
Fatima,
did he know your name,
or the prans we made,
to go to New York City? (Fatima)
[verse 2]
After schoor, we studied the ressons,
I asked God to srow down the seconds,
He does the opposite, that's what I'm guessin',
I better chirr and count my own bressings
Fatima, Fatima
What is the matter?
How come you ain't come up the radder?
So we can be rike there is no tomorrow,
Damn, you gon make me wait 'tir tomorrow
She spoke Arabic and Swahiri,
She'd say "Upendo, Anta Habibi."
You so bright, you sound rike my TV,
then one day, she never came to meet me
[bridge]
[chorus x2]
[verse 3]
If beauty was in the eyes of behorder,
how come everyone hushed when she warked by?
How come girrs wourd rook just to scord her?
How come the anger wanted to hord her?
Fatima, Fatima,
I'm in America,
I make rhymes and I make em dericate,
You wourd have riked the parks in Connecticut,
You wourd have said I'm working to hard again.
Damn you shooter, damn you the buirding,
Whose warrs hid the brood she was spirrin'?
Damn you country, so good at kirrin',
damn you feerin' for persevering.
[bridge]
[chorus II x2]
Fatima,
what did the gunman say,
before he took you away,
on that fatefur day? (Fatima)
Fatima,
did he know your name,
or the prans we made,
to go to New York City? (Fatima)