Life Is A Loom Lyrics - Bread & Barrels Of Water - Outlandish

Sometimes you should just leave it to God 

'Coz in one way or another we all puppets in this game 

It's like life's a loom and the threads are the days 

And only God decides when to cut 

Even though the job's unfinished we're all by his mercy 

You know I can recall when pops left home 

He used to write us twice a year we didn't have a phone 

I grew up on my own my mama cried often 

I mean he didn't even show up when she passed away 

She had a heart attack 'cause they said he got married again 

Cut all ties with us 'cause he had a new family and friends 

So I was expected to step up to be a man 

Quit school get a job you know just be there for my fam' 

You see I'm nothing like my pops I see my woman twice a year 

And one day I'll bring her and my kid up here 

You see that picture there, that's our wedding she was 21 

Ain't she pretty and my first born was a son 

And now she's pregnant again 

Thank you 

And if it's a girl I'll name her Fatima, give her the world 

You see my friend life is a loom so you keep smiling like me 

Oh is this where you get off? 

25 bugs please 

Life is a loom 

The threads are the days 

God decides when to cut them 

Even though the work ain't done 

Life is a loom 

The threads are the days 

God decides when to cut them 

Even though the work ain't done 

Vamos! gente vamos pronto 

Esta lleno el aeropuerto 

Todo esta difuso 

Tengo un sentimiento incierto 

Es el da de su regreso 

Ha estado encarcelado 

Tiene un temperamento! 

Y atencin yo no le he dado 

Tuvo unos problemas 

Nadie me ha contado 

Nunca supe yo que mis palabras 

Le han faltado 

Ahora s s la importancia de ser padre 

El mo para m fue un cobarde 

Pero eso es punto aparte 

Lo primero ser un abrazo 

Una lagrima, coraje y alegra 

Un grito muy oculto 

Remordimiento y agona 

Life is a loom 

The threads are the days 

God decides when to cut them 

Even though the work ain't done 

Life is a loom 

The threads are the days 

God decides when to cut them 

Even though the work ain't done 

Shu, I ain't going for the American dream, it's too fucking far 

Can't swim across the Atlantic too many sharks 

Put me down for the Euro instead 

I'ma walk the Mediterranean and que pasa in Spain 

Don't give me that weird look hombre, I got my passport 

Name Chris, born Swiss in 1944 sport 

Ain't no telling what I'll do just to get up north 

I'm tired of watching them young guns come home building them floors 

Rolling fast cars, but why? 

On our streets there's no asphalt! 

I'm stuck here, stressed trying to open this door 

They'd be cash money, bling-bling in front of my boys 

Playa hating? Ya damn right 

I hate these mo'fuckers 

Act like their lives' like glamor and shit 

Flash their visa 

While my city struggle like Gaza 

I dream too about looking nice when I cross the border 

They come back on a sunny day and tell my mama, "I told ya" 

Who said anything about illegal gots to be dirty 

Affirmative action, next year, a wife and a mansion 

Believe in the moment and you will be here with me 

Here with me if God's willing 

You know it