Текст песни Blues for the Horn - K'naan
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
are
the
stars
under
we
converse?
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
without
breasts?
How
are
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
[CHORUS]
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
force
support?
or
did
peace
depart
to
promote
disease
and
ease
in
increased
divorce?
What
of
police
and
courts,
are
we
still
"heathen
force"?
Leaking
pores
untreated
lead
to
the
bleeding
corpse.
What
of
the
kind
and
good,
can
they
still,
laugh
intensely
Like
the
mind
that
would,
or
is
it
innocense
lost
from
where
the
iron
stood?
And
what
of
the
playwrights,
reflection
on
escapes
to
great
sights
Revolution
from
power's
the
writings
of
brave
fights
Despite
the
luxury
that
you
hear
we
live
by
Out
here
we're
refuges
and
niggas
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
[CHORUS]
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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1 Until the Lion Learns to Speak
2 Boxing My Shadow
3 Voices in My Head
4 The African Way (feat. Mwafrika)
5 Hoobaale
6 In the Beginning
7 Strugglin
8 The Dusty Foot Philosopher
9 If Rap Gets Jealous
10 My God
11 I Was Stabbed By Satan
12 Moment
13 Moment (Interlude)
14 My Old Home
15 Blues for the Horn
16 Til We Get There
17 Whats Hardcore?
18 For Mohamound (Soviet)
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