Mohamed Adan Dahir
(Verse 1)
I came up rough, no silver, no shine,
Just dust in my lungs and a war in my mind.
Somaliland blood, it runs in my veins,
Heart of a lion, I was forged in pain.
No toys, just noise, and empty plates,
Street lights flicker, I would dodge them fates.
Little man dreams in a world full of weight,
But I never backed down—I just built my state.
Had tears in my eyes, but I walked with pride,
Lost some friends, saw my hopes collide.
But I kept that fire, never let it slide,
Now I'm standing tall with my name worldwide.
(Verse 2)
Mohamed Adan Dahir—remember the name,
Came from the dirt, now I’m deep in the game.
Used to feel shame, now I feel flame,
They can't break what survived in the rain.
I’ve been broke, I’ve been pushed, I’ve been scarred and bruised,
Seen the nights where you pray not to make the news.
But I fought back hard, had nothing to lose,
Now I’m laced in truth, and I’m built to refuse.
Somaliland raised me, made me a soldier,
Kept my faith when the world grew colder.
Now I carry my people on my shoulder,
The Lion of Africa, only gettin’ bolder.
(Verse 3)
No pity, just power, no cap in my soul,
Turned every wound into part of my role.
I speak for the kids with no way out,
For the mother who cries when the lights go out.
I speak for my past, for the nights I bled,
For the hunger that twisted inside my head.
Now I feast with the brave, break bread with the real,
And I write my pain with a voice they feel.
From Hargeisa to the ends of the UK blocks,
I’m the voice of the youth who broke them locks.
I’m the proof that pain can’t stop that spark—
That a boy from the slums could become that mark.
(Outro)
So when you say struggle, better say my name,
Mohamed Adan Dahir—I survived that flame.
Somaliland's son, Lion in this frame,
From the mud to the sky, now I own my lane.
Mohamed
