Lyrics Relatives - LowKey, Logic

Relatives

The views expressed on this track are not directly those of lowkey or logic,
were just drawing attention to the lifestyles that some people lead
I was born in Birmancy, one of the south parts
And I was born in Bazara, southside of Iraq
We used to play football outside in the park
We used to dodge bullets outside in the dark
I never prayed, I was told there isn’t a god
I prayed 5 times a day it’s like I lived in a mosque
Me, I’m easy with a pint and some cricket to watch
They sanctioned everything we got, so now it isn’t a lot
My mom and dad worked hard, always had employment
My mom just left and my dad got poisoned
I was young but I was told that the government did it
From my heart I can say that I love being British
I grew with 5 older brothers and sisters
Yeah I had a lot of siblings but some have gone missing
Now it’s just me and my little sis
Britain’s got a lot of immigrants;
they take our jobs everyday I swear I’m sick
of it
My Uncles trying to get to Britain quick
I’m trying to find a job
Me I’m still illiterate
every 2 weeks I’m signing on
we only had school a little bit
I got kicked out of school very early, labeled as an idiot
Before my uncle left us, he gave me his gun
my girl just gave me a son
You see it’s hot where I live, every day I bake in the sun
It’s cold where I live so I read every page to my son
And I’m getting mad, with what I look at and read
I just met a couple elders that.
My dad told me joining an army would be good for the peace
I started meeting, now I’m training with the mujahedeen
Because I’ve heard that the westerners are coming with bombs
I spent months in the regiment training up to be shot
But this is my land, my country, I’ll defend it till I pass
I just got the message that they’re sending me to Iraq
Our pain is the same, but it’s all relative
They cried the same tears, you cried for your relatives
And one way or another, my brother were all relatives
Home is where the heart is, yeah that’s where it is
Now I’m in the south of Iraq, it’s a smelly place
I don’t know who to trust, everybody’s got a hairy face
And Bazara’s a scary place, it’s worse than it used to be
They’re dropping bombs everyday
Even little boys shooting me
I shoot at white faces, and any green suit I see
Every regiment’s lost a couple of troops;
we’ve lost 2 or 3
I still go to pray in the same place the mosque used to be
I see little kids starving to death, with no food to eat,
But an orders an order, we’ve got to clean the city up
They see how we’re suffering, and still they don’t pity us
They shoot us every day tomorrow’s probably me
We’re trying to help these bastards, but it’s like they don’t want to be free
Yeah these people don’t know what freedom is
I saw my colleague rape a woman against her will, but I didn’t agree with it
I shot a soldier in the face, and then I hacked '.
Real quick
My sergeant got shot in his face by some dumb young kid,
Now I just want to go home that’s where my heart is
My heart is in Bazara, and never will I part it
this wars going nowhere, tell me why did we start it'
I’m fighting regardless till I’m resting where Allah is
Come to think of it, I should have never joined the army
And when I think about it, I don’t hate these Iraqi’s
Yeah bullets flying past me, I’m scared but I can’t run,
I take my sister upstairs and get my uncles old gun
Don’t know if it’s terrorists or just some civilians,
But I’ve been told to neutralize the threat up in that building
I see the soldiers they’re about to pass, I take my pistol out and blast
A bullet wizzes by my face and tears my friends mouth apart,
I saw red, and starting shooting to make em all dead
I tried to guard my sister, but a bullet hit her forehead
I ran up the steps to see if I buried them all
But all I saw was my little sister dead on the floor
Our pain is the same, but it’s all relative
They cried the same tears, you cried for your relatives
And one way or another, my brother were all relatives
Home is where the heart is, yeah that’s where it is