Speech by EhanMusic Lyrics
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Verse 1 (Ehan)
An old man just fell off some stairs and now he's ready to die, cause the goddamned hospital has no medical supplies, why we livin' so ascetic it's pathetic, I wonder where we headed? And we let it, just slide, we invoke God but we don't invoke rights, die but why? By the hands of an army guy, do you got no pride and it's void to kill us, we can avoid this, even if nobody's willing to feel us in crises, they would rather stand in the line and receive the title of righteous, but we don't still no need no support, we're gonna rise and merely with bare hands can fight this, but at the end of the day you just got one sin that you confide with, to God, something about your daily life shit, you neglect what happened to one of your relatives and won't talk shit about the bullet your cousin died with, is that how you're gonna ride it? The horse on it's way to be taken by tyrants, a local labour just had to become a migrant, cause of the firing in his area, he had to shift and hide and look for construction work, every night and day he flies through ways he can't describe in phrases, prays two times a day for a stable station
"damn for this man i blame the nation!"
Verse 1 (Ehan)
An old man just fell off some stairs and now he's ready to die, cause the goddamned hospital has no medical supplies, why we livin' so ascetic it's pathetic, I wonder where we headed? And we let it, just slide, we invoke God but we don't invoke rights, die but why? By the hands of an army guy, do you got no pride and it's void to kill us, we can avoid this, even if nobody's willing to feel us in crises, they would rather stand in the line and receive the title of righteous, but we don't still no need no support, we're gonna rise and merely with bare hands can fight this, but at the end of the day you just got one sin that you confide with, to God, something about your daily life shit, you neglect what happened to one of your relatives and won't talk shit about the bullet your cousin died with, is that how you're gonna ride it? The horse on it's way to be taken by tyrants, a local labour just had to become a migrant, cause of the firing in his area, he had to shift and hide and look for construction work, every night and day he flies through ways he can't describe in phrases, prays two times a day for a stable station
"damn for this man i blame the nation!"