until the lion learns to speak   the tales of hunting will be weak   my poetry helds with in the streets   my poerty fails to be discrete   it travels across the earth and seas   from eriteria to the west indies   it knows no boundries no trees   studied part of the greece   runtaa, hadii kale waxaan lahaa      I am sick as far as lyrics   I with it as far as gymics   I spit barraging limit   the shit they talking ripin   I am hip the hop is living   I skip the abvious women   don't get what I am presenting   no rims my mind spinnin   runtaa, hadii kale waxaan lahaa      I was born and raised in the place   were torn flame with would blaze   Where foreigners are not embraced   Where they warn you in jogging pace    Where the loners lower their gaze    Where the corners slower the chase    Where they twist and turn in a maze    With a pistol upon your face    runtaa, hadii kale waxaan lahaa      so come with me to my lungs    the depths of can be overrun    with passion see how I come    no cash I'm free in the slams    and the past can we overcome    I'm asking we be the ones    to actually be the ones    to free our people from guns   runtaa, hadii kale waxaan lahaa