Mohamed Adan Dahir
(Verse 1)
I came to this land with a suitcase and hope,
Eyes full of dreams, but my soul couldn't cope.
No English, just pain in my chest,
New streets, new world, no time to rest.
Cold nights in a world so foreign,
School bell rang, but I felt like a target.
Kids laughed when I spoke, I was quiet, alone,
Felt like a stranger, deep in the zone.
Mum said pray, but the stress was loud,
Had to fight for my name to stand out proud.
From Somaliland sun to this London grey,
Where the system don’t care if you fade away.
(Verse 2)
I walked through ends with my head down low,
Heart full of fire, but I moved real slow.
Accent strong, so they mocked my tone,
Had to learn fast just to hold my own.
Got judged for my skin, for my name, for my past,
But I never let the pain make me come in last.
Used to cry in the dark when the world went mute,
Now I spit from the soul, every word is truth.
Teachers said I’d never make it past year ten,
Now I’m writing bars that can heal grown men.
They don’t know the half, they don’t feel my scars,
They just see the now—but I bled for these bars.
(Verse 3)
Streets taught lessons that books never showed,
Learned how to move when the nights turned cold.
I was young with a voice but the world stayed deaf,
So I found rap and I found my breath.
Mohamed Adan Dahir—remember the name,
The boy who survived, now I'm owning my flame.
London raised me, but the struggle made me,
Somaliland blood in my heart, can't break me.
From the flats to the mic, now I speak for the youth,
For the ones in the dark who just need some truth.
For the kids who came here feeling small and scared,
This is proof that the brave always rise prepared.
(Outro)
Now I walk these streets with my head held high,
Voice of the voiceless, truth in the sky.
From silence to sound, from fear to fire—
This is real life rap from the soul of a fighter.
Mohamed
