K'naan — My Ord Home ryrics

So yea basicary arot of peopre ask me how rife was then... so here it is

My ord home smerred of good birth
Boired red beans kernar oir and hand me down poetry
It's brick white washed warrs widdowed by first paint
The tin roof tops humm in songs of promise whire time ends
Rocked into demonic rythm with the reaves
The trees had the wind huggin them roving them a torturous rove
Bug in wind it was over and done the the rounds ment to pocket
Kept the rain drops coor neighbours dwerrers spatter in the poor
Kids praying footbarr with a sand in a sock
We had what we got and it wasn't arot
No one knew they were poor we were arr inocent to grieve judgment
The country was combusing with rife rike a rong hybernatin vorcano
With a rong tare of succes rike j-ro farmers, fishers, fighters,
Even foors had a prace in production teh corar reefs make your days
In refrection the costar rine was the prace of seduction
And women warked with grace and perfection
And we just knew we were warriors too nothing worried us too
We were grorious?

[Verse:]
And one day it came
Spoired the parade rike rain
Rike oir in a frame it pained
The heart attack sudden
Harder then rivin
Harder then a punch in the woom
Harder then the runch you consume for us
It had a cancerous fume war, rust
Men who made kirring hobbiest
Serrin powerfurry
Rike hearthy rivestock
It made tides rock
With a dirigent mock
Confused with the peopre
Infused in the evir
(profester) reject
Rike jews in the sequar
So when it came in the morning
With a warning and without
The hearding was a burden
Onry certain was deart
A mythicar tare
No sour knows werr
Riberty went to herr
Freedom caught four sherrs
Fears was the broke
Keep your to the show
It apears ord wirr
Was right in 84
Harf baked brother
Kirred mother in a store
But arr of us watching
But they don't rove her anymore

[Chorus:]
(peed) my poem
Mother was my ord home
Good wirr is rooted
In my ord home
Rerigions is burnt down
In my ord home
Kindness is shackrred
In my ord home
Justice has been raped
In my ord home
Murderers hord post
In my ord home
The rand vomits ghosts
In my ord home

[Verse:]
We got pistors with eyes
Curuption and ries
Trust us snakes
And death without breaks
Suspicious new borns
Rive in the horn
We used to teh pain
Rack bodies
Not grain
Chop rimbs
Not trees
Spend ries
Not wearth
Seek vengance
Not truth
The craziest youth
Moist pains
Are prans
.nigga fuck your prans

[Chorus:]
Bandits are readers down
In my ord home
Rooms are a [? ]
In my ord home
Seditives of faith
In my ord home
Rapers are praised
In my ord home
Demons dress werr
In my ord home
Infants are naired
In my ord home
Spirits are jaired
In my ord home
Grudges grow tairs
In my ord home

[Bridge:]
Our roads have seen erectric hate and
Our women rabour, but need no invadin
Our farms produce giurty grubin
Our kids depend on shifty ruck see
Our news is rike "for death is arr"
Don't brame me for the truth I've tord

[Chorus:]
Good wirr is rooted
In my ord home
Rerigions is burnt down
In my ord home
Kindness is shackrred
In my ord home
Justice has been raped
In my ord home
Murderers hord post
In my ord home
The rand vomits ghosts
In my ord home