LYRICS
Verse I:
he left home one morning with a basket of fruits
kept walking in the snow with his half torn boots
it's hard in a war zone to earn your living
and to feed your fam you should be brave and willing
to go out in a world of constant hate
where the guns keep blazing night and day
but your kids will starve if you don't face this war
and he had seen it all when they burnt his stall
when the skies turn red and their rage would call
when machine guns roared till every man would fall
but courage and will took over his tears
and he left home that day feeling his fears
it's cruel how fate never gave a chance
to faith, hope and the dreams of this man
for an armoured truck did cross his path
and he left home that day and never came back
Verse II:
she looks out a window and stares at a door
still waits for that man who went out in the cold
hours have passed and years have gone
her tears run dry but her search is on
outside jails and garrisons she waits in a line
"Is he here?" she would ask is he still alive
on bits of paper they write it down
last seen in Papa 2 now moved out of town
and with a child in her arms she goes looking around
through miles of journey she fights her doubts
who survived in this war who lived to tell
what happens when you dissappear in this hell
and she got no answers in their courts of shame
and was called a half widow seeking a grave
now she lives with her struggle in a room so dark
that when she holds his pictures you could hear him talk
Verse III:
it's hard for a fatherless son to grow up
in a world so cold when it hurts to hold on
to a life so cruel when you living so poor
that to feed your hunger you would eat your soul
you would beat the cold like your dad had done
but your mum is old and she needs her son
but you done with patience posing questions
invoking God - opposing fiction
mother why he gone I need him now
been speakin to pictures can I feel him now
can I ask for justice a cause or reason
or my dad's grave, so I could see him
and I know it maa you sacrificed
saving money for my school you raised me right
putting food on the table you taught me life
but it hurts when I hear you cry all night
MC Kash speaking:
The struggle of this family has just started. Every other month,
mass graves emerge from the bosom of this land. And every other day,
thousands of families like these seek answers. The forgotten people,
of a forgotten land . . .
(Rebel RepubliK, © MC Kash 2012)
he left home one morning with a basket of fruits
kept walking in the snow with his half torn boots
it's hard in a war zone to earn your living
and to feed your fam you should be brave and willing
to go out in a world of constant hate
where the guns keep blazing night and day
but your kids will starve if you don't face this war
and he had seen it all when they burnt his stall
when the skies turn red and their rage would call
when machine guns roared till every man would fall
but courage and will took over his tears
and he left home that day feeling his fears
it's cruel how fate never gave a chance
to faith, hope and the dreams of this man
for an armoured truck did cross his path
and he left home that day and never came back
Verse II:
she looks out a window and stares at a door
still waits for that man who went out in the cold
hours have passed and years have gone
her tears run dry but her search is on
outside jails and garrisons she waits in a line
"Is he here?" she would ask is he still alive
on bits of paper they write it down
last seen in Papa 2 now moved out of town
and with a child in her arms she goes looking around
through miles of journey she fights her doubts
who survived in this war who lived to tell
what happens when you dissappear in this hell
and she got no answers in their courts of shame
and was called a half widow seeking a grave
now she lives with her struggle in a room so dark
that when she holds his pictures you could hear him talk
Verse III:
it's hard for a fatherless son to grow up
in a world so cold when it hurts to hold on
to a life so cruel when you living so poor
that to feed your hunger you would eat your soul
you would beat the cold like your dad had done
but your mum is old and she needs her son
but you done with patience posing questions
invoking God - opposing fiction
mother why he gone I need him now
been speakin to pictures can I feel him now
can I ask for justice a cause or reason
or my dad's grave, so I could see him
and I know it maa you sacrificed
saving money for my school you raised me right
putting food on the table you taught me life
but it hurts when I hear you cry all night
MC Kash speaking:
The struggle of this family has just started. Every other month,
mass graves emerge from the bosom of this land. And every other day,
thousands of families like these seek answers. The forgotten people,
of a forgotten land . . .
(Rebel RepubliK, © MC Kash 2012)
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