"Life Is A Loom"
  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?
  50 bugs please
    [Chorus]
    Life is a loom
  Threads are the days
  God decides when to cut them
  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 dia de su regreso
  Ha estado encarcelado
  Tiene un temperamento!
  Y atencion yo no le he dado
  Tuvo unos problemas
  Nadie me ha contado
  Nunca supe yo que mis palabras
  Le han faltado
  Ahora si se la importancia de ser padre
  El mio para mi fue un cobarde
  Pero eso es punto aparte
  Lo primero sera un abrazo
  Una lagrima, coraje y alegria
  Un grito muy oculto
  Remordimiento y agonia
    [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