WHERE IM FROM (DO YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW)
IM from the land of ancient wisdom
you know, Ghandi and the Taj Mahal
im from the east, the ancient land
born in India travelled to Jamaica
im from where the river splits
up the ladder where kings sit
am from ancient shores far away
because of traffic jams
I could not stay, where im from
im from where the Apes sleep
im from where children weep
where the land is rich
and the coffee is good
I wish I could, but cannot go
cause where im from I cannot know
im from a tragic past
written in ancient scrolls
where hearts have holes
deep dark secrets, old regrets
From where divided hearts
keep the love apart
from where the truth hurts
and lies feel good
from land of a thousand mountains
and volcanoes like fountains
thats where im from.
im from where Idia min ruled
from multiple nationalities
im from jungles where lions are pets
free like the birds in the sky
I left my home I dont know why
from where woman are pure
where innocence was raped
and murder is praised
where mother was beaten
and left for dead
where her children survive
on a loaf of bread
her rapists they come and go
her children watch her blood flow
Ive never seen but I know
im from conspiracy theorists
the truth? You cant hear it.
Im from where greedy men feast
from where lions are not the beasts
but dressed in suit and tie
say the least
where the caucasian has his say
and the melanite lost his way
and mother is the victim
her children dont do a thing
where the truth written in books
and only time can read it
from where its better to keep silent
and guerillas are very violent
her children they run away
as Mother is left to decay
where im from I cannot go
and now you know
im from the east, travelled the west
its hard in this gungle
survival of the best
im from where a passport
is not the way out
from where even Jesus had to shout
im from where victims are more
than survivors
and Sunday mornings reveal the liars.
IM from the land of ancient wisdom
you know, Ghandi and the Taj Mahal
im from the east, the ancient land
born in India travelled to Jamaica
im from where the river splits
up the ladder where kings sit
am from ancient shores far away
because of traffic jams
I could not stay, where im from
im from where the Apes sleep
im from where children weep
where the land is rich
and the coffee is good
I wish I could, but cannot go
cause where im from I cannot know
im from a tragic past
written in ancient scrolls
where hearts have holes
deep dark secrets, old regrets
From where divided hearts
keep the love apart
from where the truth hurts
and lies feel good
from land of a thousand mountains
and volcanoes like fountains
thats where im from.
im from where Idia min ruled
from multiple nationalities
im from jungles where lions are pets
free like the birds in the sky
I left my home I dont know why
from where woman are pure
where innocence was raped
and murder is praised
where mother was beaten
and left for dead
where her children survive
on a loaf of bread
her rapists they come and go
her children watch her blood flow
Ive never seen but I know
im from conspiracy theorists
the truth? You cant hear it.
Im from where greedy men feast
from where lions are not the beasts
but dressed in suit and tie
say the least
where the caucasian has his say
and the melanite lost his way
and mother is the victim
her children dont do a thing
where the truth written in books
and only time can read it
from where its better to keep silent
and guerillas are very violent
her children they run away
as Mother is left to decay
where im from I cannot go
and now you know
im from the east, travelled the west
its hard in this gungle
survival of the best
im from where a passport
is not the way out
from where even Jesus had to shout
im from where victims are more
than survivors
and Sunday mornings reveal the liars.
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