K.I.T.E City

If Pashtuns and Hazaras all got along

Hassan would have lived by the end of this song

Reality hits and Hassan is hated

Every time I'm in the streets, I hear...

 

Baksheesh, Baksheesh, Baksheesh, Baksheesh

 

Hassan and Amir are best friends till the end

Their friendship was so strong you have no idea what it meant

One day Amir was so happy that he took a big tool

And wrote down on a tree that we are the "Sultans of Kabul"

 

Fate is very cruel, Fate is really sad

Amir found out secret things about his lovely dad

Who he tried to please and make him very proud

but was ignored and shunned like a small kid in a crowd

 

Its a sunny day outside, perfect time to fly a kite

Hassan and Amir walk outside to see lots of snow in sight

Thats when Hassan took his kite, to the bazaar for the tournament

Hassan was flying his kite like a fortunate contortionist

 

They were winning left and right, No one beat them in a fight

Their kite was flying gracefully in the bright sunlight

The sky was getting dark and you heard the distant thunder

Hassan chased his kite, they call him the Kite runner

 

Amir tried to chase him but Hassan was very fast

He saw Hassan run into a dark alley of the past

Where he was cornered by three dudes

Who they hated him because of ancient feuds

Who tried to steal his kite

Who tried to pick a fight

They pulled down his pants and did what wasn't right

 

Amir had a choice to protect his only friend

but he chose the coward path and quickly ran and fled

A couple hours go and pass

Hassan comes out, blood dripping from his ass

 

Months go by and Hassan already left

Amir misses him and his little tiny cleft

But soon Amir's memories starts to fade

Just in time for the Soviet Union to invade

 

Years go by and they living in America

San Fransisco California just to clarify

Their life was smooth until Baba got ill

He didn't want to take no pill

So he died on his own will

 

If Pashtuns and Hazaras all got along

Hassan would have lived by the end of this song

Reality hits and Hassan is hated

Every time I'm in the streets, I hear...

 

Baksheesh, Baksheesh, Baksheesh, Baksheesh

 

After Baba died amir thought it was over

But lightened up with the comfort of his lover

months go by and Amir gets a call

Rahim Khan on the other line telling him news that wasn't small

 

Rahim Khan told Amir to go to Pakistan

And then after that, he had to go back to Afghanistan

Sorhab was their waiting for him

He had to save him before they tear him apart, limb from limb

 

Its been years since Amir had ran from Afghanistan

Now its run by the terrorist group who call themselves Taliban

Amir faces the Taliban to save Sorhab

Remembering how the streets smelled like kebab

 

Amir found out that the leader of the Taliban was an old enemy

Assef was insulting Amir before he kicked his ass heavily

Thats when Sorhab came out of nowhere with a slingshot in his hand

And shot Assef in the eye, may his soul be damned

 

They barley escaped, they almost got raped

But they got out of Afghanistan without getting chased

Amir was walking and saw Sorhab over his shoulder

And told this little kid "for you, a thousand times over!"

 

If Pashtuns and Hazaras all got along

Hassan would have lived by the end of this song

Reality hits and Hassan is hated

Every time I'm in the streets, I hear...

 

Baksheesh, Baksheesh, Baksheesh, Baksheesh