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