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letra de child (remix) - ivan ice & emay

[verse 1]
imagine being born in a fortress
only left with a scarce way to manage
and your mind state gnaws on famine
entirely unseen to the blind and the damaged
where the nutrients you intake
were once yesterdays waste for the next days
can’t work, ’cause your necks phased
to the point where your spine chip cracks to react and the rest fray
but you continue to progress and manoeuvre
slave in the age where the brave’s in the sewer
dirt pit gravel, left to dismantle
for the boss that gets hammered like an anvil
and n0body is the leader of the ant hill
because the war is within, and they demand k!ll
they demand take and rape, so stand still
as i kidnap your child into his last thrill

[verse 2]
so now we have a child in the fight for his life
trained to terrorize the pain that he felt and the strife
transformed to the form of a gun trigger
and his release is the scotch, and some malt liquor
his whole village in the east, is a memory
drowns babies just to put them out their misery
and the leader of the rebels is the recipe
to his new found darkness, the ent-ty
and we can blame him, instead of blaming ourselves
but it’ll never keep an angel out of h-ll
it’ll never keep a gypsy from migrating
pain is a waste of time, yet we lack patience
i refine each rhyme to a back-breaker
to stimulate the climb and attract nature
but see, my voice is too fragile
and too brittle for the corporate -ssh0l-s
every line i write, the bloodshed spreads farther
each syllable a child to a dead father
each dead father’s a martyr
who couldn’t understand war, didn’t bother
you see he only conformed to the general
the composition of gun play was mineral
the main element, source of his freedom
but he got poked in the eye through the peepholes

[verse 3]
he couldn’t bare it anymore
the gold was stole out of his soul
left with only fragments, pieces he holds
his hands stained with the lives that he’s taken
dream at night, of all the childhood faces
all the women, the children painted in blood when he sleeps in the dark he couldn’t take it
he had to rearrange ways to a new order
like if north korea was to strip borders
and south korea was forgiving of the sores
and they traded in pain for wings so they could soar
cut clouds into halves for a new quarter
a new period in time to reverse slaughter
put all the demons in a mini little basket
ship it to no where, kick it in a casket
put it on a blimp with a bomb for the m-sses
but nurturing the wounds caused havoc
so then he woke up saw the ak sittin
and it told him, “listen here, i was made by you and enslaved by you, i never took a human soul, only you do”
and by now see the dream was forgotten
whole fantasy was just sold in an auction
a dead pool full of slugs and they watched him
k!ll ’til death turned around and it mocked him

- ivan ice emay

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