Life Is a Loom

Sometimes I mean you should just leave it to GodCoz in one way or the other we all puppets in this gameIt's likeLife's a loom and the threads are the daysAnd only God decides when to cut themEven though the job is unfinishedWe're all by his mercyRapverse1 (Waqas)U know I can recall when pops left homeHe used to write us twice a yearWe didn't have phoneI grew up on my ownMy Mama cried oftenI mean he didn't even show up when she passed awayShe had a heart attack 'cause they said he got married againCut all ties with us 'cause he had a new family and friendsSo I was expected to step up and be a manQuit school got a job you know just be there for my familyYou see I'm nothing like my pops I see my woman twice a yearAnd one day I'll bring her and my kid up hereYou see that picture thereThat's our wedding she was 21Ain't she pretty and my first born was a sonAnd now she's pregnant againThank youAnd if it's a girl I'll name herFatima, give her the worldU see my friend life is a loomSo you keep smiling like meOh is this where you get of?50 bugs please[Nakarat]Life is a loomThreads are the daysGod decides when to cut themEven though the work ain't doneRapverse2 (Lenny)Vamos! gente vamos prontoEsta lleno el aeropuertoTodo esta difusoTengo un sentimiento inciertoEs el día de su regresoHa estado encarceladoTiene un temperamento!Y atención yo no le he dadoTuvo unos problemasNadie me ha contadoNunca supe yo que mis palabrasLe han faltadoAhora sí sé la importancia de ser padreEl mío para mí fue un cobardePero eso es punto aparteLo primero será un abrazoUna lagrima, coraje y alegríaUn grito muy ocultoRemordimiento y agoníaTranslationCome on! People hurry upThe airport it's repleteEverything is diffuseI get an uncertain feelingToday it's the day of his returnHe's been in prisonHe gets a bad temperamentAnd I didn't give him attentionGot himself into some problemsAnd nobody ever told meI did never knew that my advices were missingNow I know the importance of a fatherMy father to me he was a cowardBut that's another storyThe first thing will be a hugA tear, madness and joyA hidden screamRemorse and agony[Nakarat]Rapverse3 (Isam)Shu!!!I ain't going for the American dreamIt's too fucking farCan't swim across the AtlanticToo many sharksPut me down for the Euro insteadI will walk the MediterraneanAnd "que pasa?!" in SpainDon't give me that weird look hombreI got my passportName Chris, born Swiss, in 1944 sportAin't no telling whut I'll do just to get up northI'm tired of watching them young guns coming home building them floorsRolling fast cars, but why?On our streets there's no asphalt!I'm stuck here, stressed trying to open this doorThey'd be cashmoney, bling-bling in front of my boysPlaya hating? Ya damn rightI hate these mo'fuckersAct like their lives' like glamour and shitFlash their visaWhile my city struggle like GazaI dream too about looking nice when I cross the borderAnd come back on a sunny day and tell my mamma: "I told ya!"Who said anything about illegal gots to be dirtyAffirmative action, next year; a wife and a mansionEndingBelieve in the moment and you will be here with meHere with meIf God is willing