Song for Emama

Hol up
Wait
Who the f*** are you
Spit out my lies
Humming my truth
I've lost hours
I’ve lost hours
Dreaming a dream of you
Rub my eyes raw
Rub my eyes raw
Trying to catch you
Thirteen hunnid
Thirteen hunnid sheep
Count
Thirteen hunnid sheep ‘til I find you
Ah

[Masenqo begins to play]

You be a thief in the night when I sleep
You be the lullaby robbing my dream
Rock-a-bye baby thirteen hunnid sheep
Rock-a-bye baby thirteen hunnid--woo!)
You be a thief in the night when i sleep
You be the lullaby robbing my dream
Rock-a-bye baby thirteen hunnid sheep
Rock-a-bye baby

Watch how she bend over backwards for you
Cut her tongue out and hide it for you
Never mention weight of the burden
You know where she walked those kilometers to
Barefoot across Sudan for you
Desert with no water for you
Soles blackened and bruised for you
Refurnish her belly to make room for you
She swallow her scream when you kickin
Patrol would never show no mercy on you
She birth you and your father too
She raise him a man and now you
Go raising the same type of niggas she prayed to the heavens you'd never have to
And this music thing ain't guaranteed but you ‘sposed to do better than those before you
(Sorry mama)

My name is Ida’ye and I when I grow up, I want to be a (bleep)

Nahom (Amharic translation): Fear is terrible. If you fear something, it'll happen to you. The very thing you fear--that same thing you're afraid of, will happen to you. Why are you scared?