>> ain't home (mp3)
don't you bring any back,
my brother,
when you return home,
to our mother,
keep it safe up north,
and your freedom too,
when you return home,
when you're safe with the few,
we'll keep it short,
i know it's hard,
in this prison of ours,
with your ID card,
you'll be on your way,
after we've had our say,
and the roads point home,
when you go home today,
but then again,
and in the future,
the people around us
might change...
but it depends,
on the suture,
the people around us
feel so strange...
yeah i'm glad you made it
made it safely, my son
why don't you take a taste
of my talking drum...
but be careful now,
when you're outside home.
outside and all alone,
rests the beats and tone,
of hypocrisy,
and the bottles of wine,
that all talk free,
over coffee so fine,
but up in the slammer,
will your eyes see,
the heads above ground,
the buds who smoke free,
gone mad at the sound
of the crowds and their leash
the waxing-lyrical, empiracal,
miracle unleashed...
who see the beauty in violence,
but fear the madness in peace.
then again,
and in the future,
the people around us
might change.
but it depends,
on the suture,
the people around us
feel so strange. |
