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After the funeral, breaking kola nuts<br>We sit and reminisce about the past<br>And in her voice, only sadness<br>Her only son taken from her<br><br>In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us<br><br>The second generation blues<br>Our points of view not listened to<br>Different worlds and different rules<br>A question of allegiance<br><br>Clinging to her bible and her scapula<br>And the memory of the way things were<br>I don´t see hope, I cannot smile<br>I burn with anger all the time<br><br>We all read what they did to the black boy<br><br>In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us<br><br>Where is it?<br>Where is home?<br><br>I´ll walk this modern tightrope<br>Of humility and belligerence<br>...<br>Is getting me down<br><br>I want to stamp on the face of every young policeman<br>To break the fingers of every old judge<br>To cut off the feet of every ballerina<br>But I can´t<br><br>So I just sigh and I just sigh<br>And I pretend that there´s nothing wrong<br>The teeth of this world tear me in half<br>And everyday I must ask myself<br>Where, where, where:<br><br>Where is it?<br>Where is home?<br><br>In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us
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After the funeral, breaking kola nuts<br>We sit and reminisce about the past<br>And in her voice, only sadness<br>Her only son taken from her<br><br>In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us<br><br>The second generation blues<br>Our points of view not listened to<br>Different worlds and different rules<br>A question of allegiance<br><br>Clinging to her bible and her scapula<br>And the memory of the way things were<br>I don´t see hope, I cannot smile<br>I burn with anger all the time<br><br>We all read what they did to the black boy<br><br>In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us<br><br>Where is it?<br>Where is home?<br><br>I´ll walk this modern tightrope<br>Of humility and belligerence<br>...<br>Is getting me down<br><br>I want to stamp on the face of every young policeman<br>To break the fingers of every old judge<br>To cut off the feet of every ballerina<br>But I can´t<br><br>So I just sigh and I just sigh<br>And I pretend that there´s nothing wrong<br>The teeth of this world tear me in half<br>And everyday I must ask myself<br>Where, where, where:<br><br>Where is it?<br>Where is home?<br><br>In every headline we are reminded that this is not home for us
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