K’naan - Blues for the Horn lyrics

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