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letra de terrestrial terrordome - halaj pharaoh-jali lialu

[intro]
public enemy
homage

[verse one]
we saw the tags, we saw the graffs
i guess you could say we saw the writing on the wall
the bubble letters in red dingy subway cars
but we didn’t heed the warning when the city was bombed
they called it vandalism and hurled aerosol artist
in prison, commenced the demolition of buildings
with murals depicting a vision insisting
capitalistic living isn’t in our best interest
most were like me, comfortable
cause our waste wasn’t in our face, some guy
took it to some place for minimum wage
but it wasn’t like we felt the consequences everyday
spray cans were banned and bald eagles
plummeted from the sky as sea levels rose
my home is your home, but it’s a fact
that our habitat has become a terrestrial terrordome

[verse two]
we tagged, we graffed, we burned, we bombed
we even wrote a gospel on subway cars
but what we called activist art they labeled
vandalism and hurled most of us in prison
to keep out the cage we hopped on the train
the train which became a refuge from
policed streets, the streets on which no human
being could breathe, then the train screeched to a
halt and we heard weeping from across
the platform from a lady resembling rosa
louise mccauley parks
we approached slowly and asked what’s wrong
she told us how she gave her children all they’ll ever need
but from fear of lost they developed the character of greed
and refused to plant seeds, so now her grandbabies
won’t have enough to eat in the terrestrial terrordome

[bridge]
hope, hope, fallacious hope
where is thy market now?
hope, hope, fallacious hope
where is thy market now?
we were not the gardeners who planted seeds
so, our blood is on the root, our blood is on the leaves
we chose to garner fruit from trees
we are goners, we can’t breathe

[hook]
is there someone who can tell
me why, we choose to lose
tarzan’s clayton is our roots
so, our final destination is our noose
is there someone who can tell
me why, we choose to lose
so busy chopping at vines to collect fruit
that we didn’t realize that we tied our own noose
is there someone who can tell
me why, we choose to lose
tarzan’s clayton is our roots
so, our final destination is our noose

[outro]
but does it have to be?
change happens gradually
so, let’s take our time let’s change our mind
and we’ll be fine, yeah we’ll be fine
let’s take our time let’s change our mind
and we’ll be fine as we reside
in our home as our home
we say no to the terrestrial terrordome
capitalism
no

- halaj pharaoh jali lialu

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