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Three Rap Lyrics from Dalama

Three Rap Lyrics from Dalama P R A C H welcome i was welcome into this world, nineteen seventy-nine was the year. those was the time, the end'n of the killing field in Kampuchea. i love Cambodia, cuz i was born there. but during those time, my people was living in fear. all cramp up in camp concentration, millions of refugees can u hear me? are u listening? there just gotta be a way out of there. so i sah-ma sah-put-toe ta sac then disappear. my country crumble'n cuz communist is conquering from all the brok'n promises anonymous sponsoring. fleeing the country, knees deep in defeat. i can't sleep. some make it through, the others may they rest in peace. cuz after one thousand, three hundred, and sixty days, struggle'n for life. dodge'n booby traps, land mines, travel'n day and night. we fight for our rights, because we refuse to lose. flee'n for freedom use'n flip-flop for shoes. i was welcome into the u.s. nineteen eighty-three was the year. soon our feet hits the ground, my mom busted in tears. words can't describe, a moment so rare. and right by her side, my father was there. staring at the skies, hold'n each other. http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Three Rap Lyrics from Dalama

Manoa , Volume 16 (1) – Apr 30, 2004

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P R A C H welcome i was welcome into this world, nineteen seventy-nine was the year. those was the time, the end'n of the killing field in Kampuchea. i love Cambodia, cuz i was born there. but during those time, my people was living in fear. all cramp up in camp concentration, millions of refugees can u hear me? are u listening? there just gotta be a way out of there. so i sah-ma sah-put-toe ta sac then disappear. my country crumble'n cuz communist is conquering from all the brok'n promises anonymous sponsoring. fleeing the country, knees deep in defeat. i can't sleep. some make it through, the others may they rest in peace. cuz after one thousand, three hundred, and sixty days, struggle'n for life. dodge'n booby traps, land mines, travel'n day and night. we fight for our rights, because we refuse to lose. flee'n for freedom use'n flip-flop for shoes. i was welcome into the u.s. nineteen eighty-three was the year. soon our feet hits the ground, my mom busted in tears. words can't describe, a moment so rare. and right by her side, my father was there. staring at the skies, hold'n each other.

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