Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Old Home, artist - K'NAAN. Album song The Dusty Foot Philosopher, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.10.2008
Record label: Interdependent Media
Song language: English
My Old Home |
| My old home smelled of good birth |
| Boiled red beans kernal oil and hand me down poetry |
| It’s brick white washed walls widdowed by first paint |
| The tin roof tops humm in songs of promise while time ends |
| Locked into demonic rythm with the leaves |
| The trees had the wind huggin them loving them a torturous love |
| Bug in wind it was over and done the the rounds ment to pocket |
| Kept the rain drops cool neighbours dwellers spatter in the pool |
| Kids playing football with a sand in a sock |
| We had what we got and it wasn’t alot |
| No one knew they were poor we were all inocent to grieve judgment |
| The country was combusing with life like a long hybernatin volcano |
| With a long tale of succes like j-lo farmers, fishers, fighters, |
| Even fools had a place in production teh coral reefs make your days |
| In reflection the costal line was the place of seduction |
| And women walked with grace and perfection |
| And we just knew we were warriors too nothing worried us too |
| We were glorious? |
| And one day it came |
| Spoiled the parade like rain |
| Like oil in a flame it pained |
| The heart attack sudden |
| Harder then livin |
| Harder then a punch in the woom |
| Harder then the lunch you consume for us |
| It had a cancerous fume war, lust |
| Men who made killing hobbiest |
| Sellin powerfully |
| Like healthy livestock |
| It made tides rock |
| With a diligent mock |
| Confused with the people |
| Infused in the evil |
| (profester) reject |
| Like jews in the sequal |
| So when it came in the morning |
| With a warning and without |
| The hearding was a burden |
| Only certain was dealt |
| A mythical tale |
| No soul knows well |
| Liberty went to hell |
| Freedom caught four shells |
| Fears was the bloke |
| Keep your to the show |
| It apears old will |
| Was right in 84 |
| Half baked brother |
| Killed mother in a store |
| But all of us watching |
| But they don’t love her anymore |
| (peed) my poem |
| Mother was my old home |
| Good will is looted |
| In my old home |
| Religions is burnt down |
| In my old home |
| Kindness is shacklled |
| In my old home |
| Justice has been raped |
| In my old home |
| Murderers hold post |
| In my old home |
| The land vomits ghosts |
| In my old home |
| We got pistols with eyes |
| Curuption and lies |
| Trust us snakes |
| And death without breaks |
| Suspicious new borns |
| Live in the horn |
| We used to teh pain |
| Rack bodies |
| Not grain |
| Chop limbs |
| Not trees |
| Spend lies |
| Not wealth |
| Seek vengance |
| Not truth |
| The craziest youth |
| Moist pains |
| Are plans |
| .nigga fuck your plans |
| Bandits are leaders down |
| In my old home |
| Rooms are a |
| In my old home |
| Seditives of faith |
| In my old home |
| Rapers are praised |
| In my old home |
| Demons dress well |
| In my old home |
| Infants are nailed |
| In my old home |
| Spirits are jailed |
| In my old home |
| Grudges grow tails |
| In my old home |
| Our roads have seen electric hate and |
| Our women labour, but need no invadin |
| Our farms produce giulty grubin |
| Our kids depend on shifty luck see |
| Our news is like «for death is all» |
| Don’t blame me for the truth I’ve told |
| Good will is looted |
| In my old home |
| Religions is burnt down |
| In my old home |
| Kindness is shacklled |
| In my old home |
| Justice has been raped |
| In my old home |
| Murderers hold post |
| In my old home |
| The land vomits ghosts |
| In my old home |