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Soundtrack To The Struggle Tracklist embed / Embed, get the embed code, lowkey Lyrics provided by m, note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).It's about pride, respect, honour and dignity.I never saw people I love die starving.I never lost a friend to violence that was random.In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me I can still.How deeply Baghdad is burning today, Its not about pity, hand outs, or sympathy, Its about pride, respect, honour and dignity, Babies being born with deformities from Uranium, Lowkey - Cradle Of Civilisation - ml, those babies aren't just Iraq, they're Mesopotamian, What I view.If peace is a question, the only answer is unity.Cause I look at the victims and see the same face in the mirror.Verse 3: It rains white phosphorus in Fallujah This is for those that won't live to see the future Sorry that I wasn't there, sorry that I couldn't help I'm sorry for every tear, sorry you've been put through hell Still I feel like.Throughout the song, he mentions how much he misses Iraq after his parents had left in the 70s for England, and how he wishes for peace in the area, yet he knows its hard because of all of the divisions between the people.Verse 1: This is for Baghdad, the place of my mother's birth The cradle of civilisation, for what it's worth The land I've never seen, culture I've never known Iraq is in my heart, my blood, my flesh and bones The air I've never breathed.Mai Khalil if my mother got angry or frustrated with me, she'd you raise me up instrumental westlife say.



Talking: In my sleep, in my dreams, Motherland, I can still feel you calling me In my sleep, in my dreams, Motherland, I can still feel you calling me In my sleep, in my dreams, Motherland, I can still feel you calling me I can.
Iraq is in my heart, my blood, my flesh and bones.
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I'm sorry for every tear, Sorry you've been put through hell.Lowkey - Cradle of Civilisation.All Music News popular Lowkey Lyrics.Is there enough words that can say.They made me grow like I was missing part of my torso.Still I rep, till my death, Till they kill and seal my flesh, From now all the way back to Gilgamesh.Forget division based on ethnicity or religion.Like I said they never gave me the culture.Bombings, occupation, torture, intimidation, A million dead people doesn't equal liberation.This is for those that won't live to see the future.