| Song | Someday |
| Artist | Outlandish |
| Album | Sound Of A Rebel |
| [Isam]They were the youth, a faith who didn’t pray | |
| Young ones from the hood came back another day | |
| Told the old ones you’re wasting you time“ | |
| Time, what you know ‘bout that?” the old ones replied | |
| Life’s like a parking lot, products don’t help a lot | |
| Hoping they listen and wise up before they drop | |
| Prayed for them to mend their brains | |
| For the twig and the sky and every grain | |
| For the hood grown soon, the streets to look too | |
| Oughta to be cool, oughta to be true | |
| Occasionally there would be one who come through | |
| Fused to the sky and became one so…[Waqas] | |
| So, so, so, so, so, so, fresh | |
| Half the youth won’t settle for less | |
| Wait slow down you pace for a minute | |
| Life ain’t even started you already up in it | |
| Ain’t worth to giving in parts in it | |
| Stuck in the brain, stuck in the fame | |
| Stuck in the mind frame stuck in the paradigm | |
| No changing lanes, hear me | |
| Can I get a witness? | |
| Lord I’m in the midst of shit | |
| And I know its getting too much | |
| Ain’t filling the cup, cause | |
| I’ve had enough | |
| And I fear for my son these streets stay tough | |
| Once in a while there will be one who comes through | |
| And I hope that its you… you, you, you[Chorus] | |
| I know it seems… | |
| Like just a dream… | |
| I try to reach but someone’s got to believe | |
| Sometimes it seems… | |
| So hard to see… | |
| I know, I know someday we’ll all be free[Lenny] | |
| Qué, qué, qué, qué, qué, qué miedo | |
| Perder este fuego de fuego | |
| Sentir el dolor que me niego | |
| Nunca saber lo que entrego | |
| Tambaleo buscando salida | |
| Pero mi sombra pesa, mi sombra carga | |
| Mi alma herida, so la mano que me mata | |
| So la mano que me falta[?]…[Isam] | |
| They became men, of good, good men | |
| Who been gangsters so long they walk like kings | |
| Under the streetlights, they raise their arms | |
| Hear us, too much pain on earth | |
| No place to store with, we drown or burning | |
| Six by ten prison cells we’ve earned | |
| Occasionally there would be one who come through | |
| Fused to the sky and became one so true…[Chorus] | |
| I know it seems… | |
| Like just a dream… | |
| I try to reach but someone’s got to believe | |
| Sometimes it seems… | |
| So hard to see… | |
| I know, I know someday we’ll all be free[Bridge] | |
| Ser libre, libre, de todo lo que no sere(?) | |
| Someday we’ll all be free… | |
| Ser libre, libre, de todo lo que me a da(?) | |
| A veces el mundo me mata[Isam] | |
| Like you wanted to bring life to me | |
| My dead life like dead soil you bring water to | |
| Busy watching | |
| DVD's 24/7 | |
| Ain't even time for the | |
| D.A.D.'s going to heaven | |
| There was the method of dealing | |
| A fine method if you lived in the hood | |
| Was done with smooth measure | |
| On the corner everybody was, hustling | |
| Worrying about the cause, trembling | |
| So much that wanted the angels to stop crying | |
| Keep struggling we'll support you | |
| You're gonna make mistakes still support you | |
| When you make mistakes we'll be there for you | |
| Occasionally there would be one who come through | |
| Fused to the sky and became one so true…[Chorus] | |
| I know it seems… | |
| Like just a dream… | |
| I try to reach but someone’s got to believe | |
| Sometimes it seems… | |
| So hard to see… | |
| I know, I know someday we’ll all be free | |
| Ser libre, libre, | |
| SomedaySer libre, libre, | |
| Someday |
| Isam They were the youth, a faith who didn' t pray | |
| Young ones from the hood came back another day | |
| Told the old ones you' re wasting you time" | |
| Time, what you know ' bout that?" the old ones replied | |
| Life' s like a parking lot, products don' t help a lot | |
| Hoping they listen and wise up before they drop | |
| Prayed for them to mend their brains | |
| For the twig and the sky and every grain | |
| For the hood grown soon, the streets to look too | |
| Oughta to be cool, oughta to be true | |
| Occasionally there would be one who come through | |
| Fused to the sky and became one so Waqas | |
| So, so, so, so, so, so, fresh | |
| Half the youth won' t settle for less | |
| Wait slow down you pace for a minute | |
| Life ain' t even started you already up in it | |
| Ain' t worth to giving in parts in it | |
| Stuck in the brain, stuck in the fame | |
| Stuck in the mind frame stuck in the paradigm | |
| No changing lanes, hear me | |
| Can I get a witness? | |
| Lord I' m in the midst of shit | |
| And I know its getting too much | |
| Ain' t filling the cup, cause | |
| I' ve had enough | |
| And I fear for my son these streets stay tough | |
| Once in a while there will be one who comes through | |
| And I hope that its you you, you, you Chorus | |
| I know it seems | |
| Like just a dream | |
| I try to reach but someone' s got to believe | |
| Sometimes it seems | |
| So hard to see | |
| I know, I know someday we' ll all be free Lenny | |
| Qué, qué, qué, qué, qué, qué miedo | |
| Perder este fuego de fuego | |
| Sentir el dolor que me niego | |
| Nunca saber lo que entrego | |
| Tambaleo buscando salida | |
| Pero mi sombra pesa, mi sombra carga | |
| Mi alma herida, so la mano que me mata | |
| So la mano que me falta? Isam | |
| They became men, of good, good men | |
| Who been gangsters so long they walk like kings | |
| Under the streetlights, they raise their arms | |
| Hear us, too much pain on earth | |
| No place to store with, we drown or burning | |
| Six by ten prison cells we' ve earned | |
| Occasionally there would be one who come through | |
| Fused to the sky and became one so true Chorus | |
| I know it seems | |
| Like just a dream | |
| I try to reach but someone' s got to believe | |
| Sometimes it seems | |
| So hard to see | |
| I know, I know someday we' ll all be free Bridge | |
| Ser libre, libre, de todo lo que no sere? | |
| Someday we' ll all be free | |
| Ser libre, libre, de todo lo que me a da? | |
| A veces el mundo me mata Isam | |
| Like you wanted to bring life to me | |
| My dead life like dead soil you bring water to | |
| Busy watching | |
| DVD' s 24 7 | |
| Ain' t even time for the | |
| D. A. D.' s going to heaven | |
| There was the method of dealing | |
| A fine method if you lived in the hood | |
| Was done with smooth measure | |
| On the corner everybody was, hustling | |
| Worrying about the cause, trembling | |
| So much that wanted the angels to stop crying | |
| Keep struggling we' ll support you | |
| You' re gonna make mistakes still support you | |
| When you make mistakes we' ll be there for you | |
| Occasionally there would be one who come through | |
| Fused to the sky and became one so true Chorus | |
| I know it seems | |
| Like just a dream | |
| I try to reach but someone' s got to believe | |
| Sometimes it seems | |
| So hard to see | |
| I know, I know someday we' ll all be free | |
| Ser libre, libre, | |
| SomedaySer libre, libre, | |
| Someday |