Until The Lion Learns To Speak - K'NAAN

Yo, this one here goes out to the struggle

In the tradition of the old poets

Yo, the nation of poets

We haven’t forgotten that

Yo, in the tradition of, God bless his soul

I want to say something to you, my friends around the mic

Until the lion learns to speak

The tales of hunting will be weak

My poetry hails within the streets

My poetry fails to be discrete

It travels across the earth and seas

From Eritrea to the West Indies

It knows no boundaries

No cheese

It studied in parts of Greece

(runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)

I am sick as far as lyrics

And with this far as gimmicks

I spit par age and limit

The shit they talk and rip it

I am hip the hop as living

I skip the obvious woman

Don’t get what I am presenting

No rims my mind spinning

(runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)

I was born and raised in a place

Where torn of flame would place

Where the foreigners not embrace

Where they warn you jog and pace

Where loners lower they gaze

Where the corners slow at a chase

Where they tarts and turn in the maze

With the pistol upon your face

(runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)

So come with me to my longs

The death and deal we run

With passion see how I come

No cash I am free in the slums

The past can we overcome

I am asking we be the ones

To actually be the ones

To free our people from gun

(hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)

I was born and raised in a place

Where torn of flame would place

Where the foreigners not embrace

Where they warn you jog and pace

Where loners low what they gaze

Where the corners slow at a chase

Where they tarts and turn in the maze

With the pistol upon your face

(runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)

So come with me to my longs

The death and deal we run

With passion see how I come

No cash I am free in the slums

The past can we overcome

I am asking we be the ones

To free our people from gun

(hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)

Until the lion learns to speak

The tales of hunting will be weak

My poetry hales with in the streets

My poetry fails to be discrete

It travels across the earth and seas

From Somalia to the West Indies

It knows no boundaries

No cheese

It studied in parts of Greece

(Hadii kale waxaan lahaa aheey)

Say I am sick as far as lyrics

And with this far as gimmicks

I spit par age and limit

The shit they talk in rapid

I am hip the hop as living

I skip the obvious woman

Don’t get what I am presenting

No rims my mind spinning

(runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)