Cradle Of Civilization Lyrics - Singles - Lowkey

If my mother got angry or frustrated with me, she'd say... 

...and the basic translation of that is "Oh,how beautiful is freedom" 

But where is freedom? 

Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying 

Where is our freedom? 

This is for Baghdad, the place of my mothers birth 

The cradle of civilization, for what it's worth 

The land I've never the seen, culture I've never known 

Iraq is in my heart, my blood, my flesh and bones 

The air I've never breathed, fragrance I've never smelled 

The pride I never had, the nationality that I never felt 

Saddam was bad, are the American's even more so? 

They made me grow like I was missing part of my torso 

But I never picked up a grenade in my garden 

I never saw people I love die starving 

I never saw my family die through many years of sanctions 

While the ruler's family lived in palaces and mansions 

Never had a family member kidnapped for a ransom 

Never lost a friend to violence that was random 

Bombings,occupation,torture,intimidation 

A million dead people doesn't equal liberation 

Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying 

Listen! 

Where is our freedom? 

Forget division based on ethnicity or religion 

Whether you Sunni, Shia, Kurdish or Christian 

Pain is still pain if you're a person that's missing 

We all deserve a life in this earth that we live in 

Is there enough words that can say 

How deeply Baghdad is burning today? 

And it's not about pity, hands out or sympathy 

It's about pride, respect, honour and dignity 

Babies being born with deformities from uranium 

Those babies aren't just Iraqi, they're Mesopotamian 

What I view on the news is making me shiver 

Cause I look at the victims and see the same face in the mirror 

This system of division makes it harder for you and me 

Peace is a question, the only answer is unity! 

So many dreams about this place that I've never seen 

The place my family had to leave in the 70's 

Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying 

Where is our freedom? 

It rains white phosphorus in Fallujah 

This is for those that won't live to see the future 

Sorry that I wasn't there, Sorry that I couldn't help 

I'm sorry for every tear, Sorry you've been put through hell 

Still I feel like an immigrant,englishman amongst arabs and an arab amongst englishmen 

Like I said they never gave me the culture 

But they did give me Kubdad Haleb,Hakaka and Dolma 

Ana isme Kareem, 

Wa ohmre thalatha wa-'ishrun, 

Umi min Baghdad, wa abuya min Dover, 

And that's the combination that I carry on my shoulders 

Still I rep, till my death, Till they kill and seal my flesh 

From now all the way back to Gilgamesh 

Such a villianized and criticized nation 

You will always be the cradle of civilization 

Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying 

Where is our freedom? 

In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me 

In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me 

In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me 

I can still feel you calling me 

I can still feel you calling me