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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 horn

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