Dedicated to Somalia
My Mum
My life
My country
My Sight
I can't live without you
Knowing that i'm hurting you
Taking them people
And making them refugees
Doing nothing 'bout it
Just on with paying my fees
Is like I do care
But you think
That I don't
Fighting for mommy
To be peaceful and withstanding
So now you hear
Now you read me
I'm right here helping you
Gain the loss you lost
Through war and drought.
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