STH & Wayna Ending the 5th Annual Selam Youth Festival with a MJ Tribute

The Shape of the Concrete (Ethiopia)

When the sun comes up

it lightens my day

In the early morning fajr begins

and the Muslim start to pray

I’m back in the west now

missing the east like everyday

I was walking down the street

Not sure of what would come my way

And there I saw it

My mind made a trip

I began to reminisce

Now this

To me is bliss

Cause I really do miss. . .

Ethiopia

I forgot to show ya

My love for you

Only if I could come through

See the glorious smile on peoples face

Laugh and play like we always do

At the chifera place

Hear the beat of the drums, that one, two. . .

I jus saw my homeland

Shaped in the concrete

Memories of family, friends, and neighbors

I just busted a tear I can’t speak

As I watch videos of back home

I tremble and go weak

An experience of a life time

That one year, felt like a week

On my way backI filled my luggage

With every piece of rubbish

Only if I could bring back the soil

I passed Somalia, now I’m saying Salam Hoyo

Africa is where it’s at

No matter of fact

Cause that is jus’ that

And the news is jus’ whack

Cause they try to degrade and attack

A mix up in there facts

They never saw anything more beautiful than that

Ethiopia

Now I’ma jus show ya

Represent and hold ya

Feed you with my hand;

since they b trying to open you up

I’ma Close ya

Cause you must be treasured

Every piece of gold and intricate artifact

I’ma put them back

So I can stay in tact

So we can be in tact

Cause the impact

Of not having that

Is like a puzzle with missing pieces

It don’t fit

With my mothers homeland I’ma get wit

Keep every province together before it split

My love for you will never die

Proudly I say, “I am Ethiopian”

I ain’t shy

The shape in the concrete

Now, has me

Thinkin’ bout you day N nite.