The views expressed on this track are not directly those of lowkey or logic, were just drawing attention to the lifestyles that some people leadLowkey: I was born in Birmancy, one of the south partsLogic: And I was born in Bazara, southside of IraqLowkey: We used to play football outside in the parkLogic: We used to dodge bullets outside in the darkLowkey: I never prayed, I was told there isn’t a godLogic: I prayed 5 times a day its like I lived in a mosqueLowkey: Me, I’m easy with a pint and some cricket to watchLogic: They sanctioned everything we got, so now it isn’t a lotLowkey: My mom and dad worked hard, always had employmentLogic: My mom just left and my dad got poisoned I was young but I was told that the government did itLowkey: From my heart I can say that I love being BritishI grew with 5 older brothers and sistersLogic: Yeah I had a lot of siblings but some have gone missingNow it’s just me and my little sisLowkey: Britain’s got a lot of immigrants; they take our jobs everyday I swear I’m sick of itLogic: My Uncles trying to get to Britain quickLowkey: I’m trying to find a jobLogic: Me I’m still illiterateLowkey: every 2 weeks I’m signing onLogic: we only had school a little bitLowkey: I got kicked out of school very early, labeled as an idiotLogic: Before my uncle left us, he gave me his gunLowkey: my girl just gave me a sonLogic: You see its hot where I live, every day I bake in the sunLowkey: Its cold where I live so I read every page to my sonAnd I’m getting mad, with what I look at and readLogic: I just met a couple elders that ……….Lowkey: My dad told me joining an army would be good for the peaceLogic: I started meeting, now I’m training with the mujahedeenBecause I’ve heard that the westerners are coming with bombsLowkey: I spent months in the regiment training up to be shotLogic: But this is my land, my country, ill defend it till I passLowkey: I just got the message that they’re sending me to IraqOur pain is the same, but its all relativeThey cried the same tears, you cried for your relativesAnd one way or another, my brother were all relativesHome is where the heart is, yeah that’s where it is (2X)Lowkey: Now I’m in the south of Iraq, it’s a smelly placeI don’t know who to trust, everybody’s got a hairy faceLogic: And Bazara’s a scary place, its worse than it used to beThey’re dropping bombs everydayLowkey: Even little boys shooting meLogic: I shoot at white faces, and any green suit I seeLowkey: Every regiment’s lost a couple of troops; we’ve lost 2 or 3Logic: I still go to pray in the same place the mosque used to beLowkey: I see little kids starving to death, with no food to eat,But an orders an order, we’ve got to clean the city upLogic: they see how we’re suffering, and still they don’t pity usThey shoot us every day tomorrow’s probably meLowkey: We’re trying to help these bastards, but its like they don’t want to be freeLogic: Yeah these people don’t know what freedom isLowkey: I saw my colleague rape a woman against her will, but I didn’t agree with itLogic: I shot a soldier in the face, and then I hacked …. Real quickLowkey: My sergeant got shot in his face by some dumb young kid,Now I just want to go home that’s where my heart isLogic: My heart is in Bazara, and never will I part itLowkey: this wars going nowhere, tell me why did we start it?Logic: I’m fighting regardless till I’m resting where Allah isLowkey: come to think of it, I should have never joined the armyAnd when I think about it, I don’t hate these Iraqi’sLogic: Yeah bullets flying past me, I’m scared but I cant run,I take my sister upstairs and get my uncles old gunLowkey: Don’t know if its terrorists or just some civilians, but I’ve been told to neutralize the threat up in that buildingLogic: I see the soldiers they’re about to pass, I take my pistol out and blastLowkey: A bullet wizzes by my face and tears my friends mouth apart,I saw red, and starting shooting to make em all deadLogic: I tried to guard my sister, but a bullet hit her foreheadLowkey: I ran up the steps to see if I buried them allBut all I saw was my little sister dead on the floorOur pain is the same, but its all relativeThey cried the same tears, you cried for your relativesAnd one way or another, my brother were all relativesHome is where the heart is, yeah that’s where it is
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