Home Is Where the Heart Is - LowKey, Logic

Cause I was born in a Shanty town

I used to live around the city and cars

But they threw my whole family out

We don’t have schools so I can’t make my family proud

And I’m way past hand-me-downs

I wear what is there for me

And when I was six the army came, there’s no fam left to care for me

My brothers and my dad was made to fight

See I was born in Uganda, and this is where I think I’m gonna die

I saw my mother getting raped, my sisters cried

And then they raped my two sisters and just pushed my mum aside

Before ending all three lives

Now I live on the beach, but it ain’t' no seaside

I’m sick of seeing the sea, I think I’m nearly 8 years old

And I ain’t the only kid like me

Yea this ain’t the saddest story ever told

I want revenge, and I can’t let it go

I know It’s hard to hear, but it’s true stories

There’s so many of us

I know it’s easy to ignore me

I know about living real poorly

Where every day’s gunfire

No food, it’s a drought, make the sun higher

I live real street life, I’ve seen faces disappear

And everyday I hustle for food, and while I’m living here

I clear fear out of my thoughts

If I die fam, I die, that’s the way I was taught

And I fought for every scrap of food I ever got

There’s no letter box, you can only help when you come here

And that’s the point I want to get across

Charities don’t make me better off

My teeth hurts, there’s no dentist to fix it

See I’m poverty driven, I don’t envy the rich kids

‘cos this is just life I must live this

Just hear my words, I need more than wishes

Listen.

Everything Is relative, we all live the same dramas

Just different levels of hardship

Everyone who breaths the air, is a target

You see Home is where the Heart is

I pray you can relate to my views and my struggle

They took my home and reduced it to rubble

Nobody cares and no one will help us

Then they wonder why we’re going to their cities

And we’re blowing ourselves up

They acting' like we killing them, they killing us harder

They couldn’t imagine what life’s like living in Gaza

Insh-allah, with my life I can give you a martyr

Too young to understand what they did to my father

But I’m told he was diabetic

The soldiers said the medicine

In his hand looked like a weapon they’re quite pathetic

They shot his head and never ever will I forget it

They raided my house, broke their way inside and wrecked it

Kidnapped my uncle, took my brother to prison

They let him out, when I look in his eyes now, something is different

Took away his pride, he’s to weak to be militant

I know he got tortured, but I don’t know what they did to him

He’s always acting weird and doing strange things

He’s been out for 3 years but he’s never been the same since

The perpetrators are destined to learn

Cause forever they’ll burn, as for my uncle he was never returned

The things they do now are worse than what they did in the past

Why should we hear their voice, they never ever listen to ours

They talk about a road map to peace, it’s just a mirage

My poor little sister got shot, sitting in class

So now you understand that peace is impossible

When they even dropping bombs on people in hospitals

They’re eating, while my people are wasting away

It deepens, we’re not even safe when we pray

My heart’s in the Gaza strip, do you know where this is?

We’re living in pain, whether or not you’re aware of it

Soldiers are cowards and punks, they scared of kids

We throw rocks;

they shoot bullets, now who’s the terrorist?

Yeah we hate you

But if my people bulldozed your house and killed your family

You’d hate my race too

This is not anti-Semitic

Cause Arabs are also Semites too, how can they forget it?

This is the look in my brother’s eyes

This is the scream that I hear when my mother cries

This is the war between us and the other side

And once upon a time, we were brother tribes

All the stops at the checkpoints are making us madder

Every night we starve, and every day they get fatter

In a minute not one of these statements will matter

Cause It’s time to detonate, Insha’allah I’ll make it to Jannah

Everything Is relative, we all live the same dramas

Just different levels of hardship

Everyone who breaths the air, is a target

You see Home is where the Heart is