Kna'an - My Old Home lyrics

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Kna'an - My Old Home lyrics

So yea basicaly alot of people ask me how life was then... so here it is 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? [Verse:] 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 k**ing 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 j**s 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 k**ed mother in a store But all of us watching But they don't love her anymore [Chorus:] (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 [Verse:] We got pistols with eyes Curuption and lies Trust us snakes And d**h 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 .n***a f** your plans [Chorus:] 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 [Bridge:] 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 d**h is all" Don't blame me for the truth I've told [Chorus:] 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

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