Lowkey - Cradle Of Civilisation Lyrics
[feat. Mai Khalil]If my mother got angry or frustrated with me, she'd say...... and the basic translation of that is "Oh, how beautiful is freedom"But where is freedom?Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi sayingWhere is our freedom?This is for Baghdad, the place of my mothers birthThe cradle of civilization, for what it's worthThe land I've never the seen, culture I've never knownIraq is in my heart, my blood, my flesh and bonesThe air I've never breathed, fragrance I've never smelledThe pride I never had, the nationality that I never feltSaddam was bad, are the American's even more so?They made me grow like I was missing part of my torsoBut I never picked up a grenade in my gardenI never saw people I love die starvingI never saw my family die through many years of sanctionsWhile the ruler's family lived in palaces and mansionsNever had a family member kidnapped for a ransomNever lost a friend to violence that was randomBombings, occupation, torture, intimidationA million dead people doesn't equal liberationClose my eyes, I can still hear my ummi sayingListen!Where is our freedom?Forget division based on ethnicity or religionWhether you Sunni, Shia, Kurdish or ChristianPain is still pain if you're a person that's missingWe all deserve a life in this earth that we live inIs there enough words that can sayHow deeply Baghdad is burning today?And it's not about pity, hands out or sympathyIt's about pride, respect, honour and dignityBabies being born with deformities from uraniumThose babies aren't just Iraqi, they're MesopotamianWhat I view on the news is making me shiverCause I look at the victims and see the same face in the mirrorThis system of division makes it harder for you and mePeace is a question, the only answer is unity!So many dreams about this place that I've never seenThe place my family had to leave in the 70'sClose my eyes, I can still hear my ummi sayingWhere is our freedom?It rains white phosphorus in FallujahThis is for those that won't live to see the futureSorry that I wasn't there, Sorry that I couldn't helpI'm sorry for every tear, Sorry you've been put through hellStill I feel like an immigrant, englishman amongst arabs and an arab amongst englishmenLike I said they never gave me the cultureBut they did give me Kubdad Haleb, Hakaka and DolmaAna isme Kareem,Wa ohmre thalatha wa-'ishrun,Umi min Baghdad, wa abuya min Dover,And that's the combination that I carry on my shouldersStill I rep, till my death, Till they kill and seal my fleshFrom now all the way back to GilgameshSuch a villianized and criticized nationYou will always be the cradle of civilizationClose my eyes, I can still hear my ummi sayingWhere is our freedom?In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling meIn my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling meIn my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling meI can still feel you calling meI can still feel you calling me 
