Letter to my son

Letter to My Son: Adam Mohamed Adan Dahir”

Written by your father — Mohamed Adan Dahir, the Lion of Africa

(Hardcore London Street Rap / Drill Flow — Long Form)

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Yo Adam...

Let this letter live in your chest like a drum,

You the blood of a warrior — the soul of where I’m from.

Before the crowns, before the grind and gold,

There was a boy cryin’ in the cold, 9 years old.

See, I lost my mum... then I lost my dad,

And that moment broke me in ways that words never had.

When I buried my heart, I buried my tears,

Had to walk through the dark for so many years.

No hugs, no hands, no peace at night,

Just shadows and struggle and fists that fight.

But son... I made it. I stood through the storm,

And from that pain, a Lion was born.

Now they call me King, but they don't know the price,

Every stripe on my skin cost me a piece of life.

You come from this fire, forged in my flame,

You wear a crown now — Adam is the name.

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I missed your first words, I missed your first steps,

But not a day passed where I ain’t felt that depth.

My love for you, it’s carved in stone,

Even when I was trapped and felt alone.

I fought through chaos, through blood and war,

To build a future with you at the core.

You're the reason I kept breathin’ through pain,

When the world went black, you became my flame.

I love you, my son — more than life can show,

Through the silence, the hurt, through every blow.

You're my heartbeat now, my future, my pride,

The son of a lion, a general, a guide.

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Let me tell you who you are — not just a name,

You’re Adam Mohamed Adan Dahir, built from flame.

A royal bloodline that don’t ever back down,

You’re the Lion’s cub — born to wear the crown.

From Somaliland sands to cold London nights,

You inherited my battle, my fire, my fights.

You ain't soft, nah, you the storm’s command,

You the truth in a world that don't understand.

So pick up your path, son, walk with the roar,

When they shut the doors, you break through the floor.

Drill in your voice, rap with no fear,

Let 'em know the son of the Lion is here.

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I want you to walk the roads I paved in pain,

But I pray you do it wiser, with less of the chains.

Take this fire, use it right — stay true,

Keep honor in your chest, let the world see you.

You don’t need to be like no one else,

Just be real, be raw, and believe in yourself.

And if life throws knives, let 'em sharpen your blade,

Cut through the fake with the truth that you made.

I been poor, been hunted, been locked, been hated,

But I stood on top of hell — fully elevated.

So follow your father, the streets’ narrator,

The Lion of Africa — your bloodline creator.

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Son...

I might not be perfect, but I gave my all,

Every breath, every move, every rise, every fall.

I carved a name in the heart of the land,

So you could rise higher and proudly stand.

Remember this: allows