In a conservative form I wanna ask you a few things before I conform To the popular belief about where I was born Are they still illin', still killin' poppin' the corn? How's the horn, how's the love wavin' the ocean morn'? How 'bout the young, do they still possess the poetry tongue? And do they still greet sincere like the depth of the lung" How's the nomad, did the herd graze well this year? From the news to what I know, the growin' gap ain't clear! How's the earth, how 'bout the stars under we conversed? Do you still await on change like a new moon's birth? Does it still flood ancient wisdom parallel with blood? Do you still see the pain of vision holy/only scriptkeeper? Or did you fight off the plight of the colonized mind? What of the rainy season, do the kids still bury seeds? And get taken with uncertainty like me scared of leavin? ' How are the poets, the women and the orphans torn? I miss 'em all like, old opportunities gone What of the elders, story tellers in abandoned homes Miss 'em all like, childhood, reminisce with songs Disputes, do they still settle 'em by bloodying shoes? Fist rules, rather finger equipped with sick tools What of the wind, I recall it was serenity's end When the breeze would come and the trees would bend And the people would say "look what it leads with sin" And the air was violent and our care was silent And the only law we bore was of pair of tyrants Man you know, this is why I'm down in deep indigo And I sleep really poor, on the circumstance floor Anyway, how's stress, does it still rule your chest? Do the camps still rape girls with no breasts? Our moms, are they still screaming "put away the arms"? And against the dispossession of their family-owned farms How are the many rivers and the lakes and the seas? Are they still angry with us for our poisonous deeds? And the lakes and the seas For our poisonous deeds
This is my blues for the horn, for the horn This is my blues for the horn, for the horn This is my blues for the horn, for the horn
So who's dead and who's alive, did the rates multiply? Did the poor fight the drought with their minimum supply? Did the warlords abort the wars and for supporting the peace, they force To promote disease and easening 'creased divorce? What of police and courts, are they still even in force? Leaking pores and cheatedly to the bleeding corpse What of the kind and good, can they still, laugh intensely Like the, mind and word or is it, innocense lost as I understood And what of the playwrights, reflection in the scapes of great sights Revolution from power's the writings of brave fights Despite the luxury that you hear(d) we live by I head with refuges and niggers ain't share right, and Don't you play soccer by the ocean front? In America, I shovel the snow while I'm smoking blunts You mean to tell me that you out there still totin' guns? Bloating sons of the hardened, hardly copin' moms Damn you and circumstance too I can't stand you You make a mockery of our struggle like hollywood plans do And I swear to god I wish you hell, burn and bake too And I curse the Europeans who instigated you worse And I curse the Russians who impregnated the kalashnikov birth And hurts you never wake and see the destiny It's like the conflict of self, submerged in satanic hate Remember eatin' food, walking back in hot sun from school Bare feet, the hot sand, massaging our feet is Cause now my mother slips on the ice and her back is weak And I feel like a failure, a mute in the age of speech Look at me, yo! look at me, look dead in the eyes Don't flinch, you are an accomplice to great white lies I can't even begin to express how breakdown and stressed I gotta live to tell, give me a bullet-proof vest
This is my blues for the horn, for the horn This is my blues for the horn, for the horn This is my blues for the horn, for the hornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
