Diaspora Blues Lyrics

I've grown to be both the sun and the moon

A firm believer that that's my fortune

To think I'd miss you da kalam magnoon

Spread your name with the scent of my oud

Scattered all over my homeland

Pieces of me buried under your sand

A desert rose you rise and rise again

Memories we shared my dear old friend

Now I'm in my expensive rental

Bathed in zina and art deco

Trying to bring the energy

Of your streets

To my humble bedroom

Took the train from Hackney to Harrow

Channeling my inner pharaoh

Following in your footsteps

That's my big flex ya weil

Ya weily

Ya weily

Ya weily

Ya weily, ya weily, ya weily

Ya 3einy

Ya 3einy, ya 3einy, ya 3einy

Hena w henak

Ghareeb 3alaya hena w henak

But you're still my muse

I guess I caught diaspora blues

Since I got away I became a poet

Lusting for your warmth, can I own it

Can I have your moga call her my

Daughter, be her water, she'll be mine

Walk a mile in my muddy boots

Hustling to grow these roots

In E2s and NWs

Big name she's making moves

Coming to a stage near you

Conquering my diaspora blues

Luckily, I learned from the best

That's my big flex ya weil

Ya weily

Ya weily

Ya weily

Ya weily, ya weily, ya weily

Ya 3einy

Ya 3einy, ya 3einy, ya 3einy

Hena w henak

Ghareeb 3alaya hena w henak

But you're still my muse

I guess I caught diaspora blues

Hena w henak

Ghareeb 3alaya hena w henak

But you're still my muse

I guess I caught diaspora blues