Days of Old

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh This my days of old This my days of old This my days of old Hey Lets rewind time to a time when I was around five My life as child, in sunshine When the sunlight shined bright in those times And fireflies would glide skies back in those nice, nights A flashback of my life, I'll try writing lines that will highlight All things that I seen as a child, right All my dreams and bright ideas Before the clouds, they rolled And made a change to my days of old And shaped the ways and go and grow And take away my father's soul Hey, this before the days of when I was maybe spitting A baby living in unsafe conditions, but love be filling The whole family up, so I ain't seeing All the pain that had stained the place I lived in, listen Look, I don't know, what you've been told About my life, my days of old About my past, well let me show ya Come let me show, you, the things I hold See, I don't know, what you know, so here you go See I came from Congo A place I played on unpaved ways, glass bottles Of Coca-Cola, wasn't rare, the air weren't hollow, it was heavy I'd stare at the sky, and swallow the view Before I was five, and I had to move Before I knew of fights and common abuse And all the riots and problems ensued And my father alive and fighting for truth Before the lies that'd come to consume Our people's lives, we're running from troops Many would die and many would lose All of their lives or face some abuse They're taking your child or raping the women Men are left dead inside and red is the hue Of the place you survived, creating some feuds Look, I don't know, what you've been told About my life, my days of old About my past, well let me show ya Come let me show, you, the things I hold See, I don't know, what you know, so here you go Dad gave me a golden harmonica When Congo was in my consciousness A prosperous country, yes On the contrary, the country was Far from a comfy, plush State of living, graves were missing The country concocting threats To families their causing deaths Fatalities swarming, stress is tragically growing Showing the cracks that be clawing this, place that I live in Humanity is inglorious, creating some villains Turning some kids to some warriors While I was playing harmonicas, on top of the hills Didn't know of the horrors that haunted While I sauntered and chilled Didn't know of the coffins that popped up Till my father was killed My father a martyr and parts of his heart he instilled, in me Back to when things were harmonious and harmless The calm before the heartless storms had started And cyclones had targeted and discarded parts of My home in large sums Ah damn (ah damn) Look, I don't know, what you've been told About my life, my days of old About my past, well let me show ya Come let me show, you, the things I hold See, I don't know, what you know, so here you go (Ah-ooh) Here ya go (Ah-ooh) Here ya go (Ah-ooh) Here ya go (Ah-ooh) Oh-oh, here ya go (Ah-ooh) This my days of old (Ah-ooh) Oh-oh, my days of old (Ah-ooh) Look, I don't know, what you know, so, Hmm, here you go