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letra de soundtrack to the struggle 3 - lowkey

[intro: lowkey]
somewhere, there is a child looking up at the sky
at a contraption built with one aim
the taking of life
the child does not yet understand what this technology is
and that it will be used to k!ll him one day
but k!ll him it will
it was once said “the role of an artist is to make you
respect the moment a baby is born above all moments”

[verse 1: lowkey]
this is a message to the sour and the powerful
our crew will never bow down to you like cowards do
all we know, reach towards like the sun like the flowers do
when they sn-tched his life, i wondered the truth malcolm knew
you care about celebrities and every time their bowels move
we care about enemy, and watch the way their falcons zoom
not war, it’s overk!ll, like an album with a thousand tunes
now the news won’t tell you the truth about our views
the children of the camps searchin’ for electricity
constantly waiting for a destiny that they didn’t see
i know i can’t change the world with the next simile
but i can paint a vivid picture of the next victory
the soul lives on even when you’re dead physically
i wrote this song to lyrically end the trilogy
it won’t be long, let me spell it explicitly
my voice will not die, even if they imprison me
i said “the album’s been in the making a quarter century”
over a decade later i’ve still got the same energy
same insane enemies, it seems the pain never leaves
after grenfell burned, was never the same mentally
never for the fashion tags and massive ads
this is for political prisoners feeling trapped and sad
not for the rapper pulling up in a flashy jag
it’s for the person on the same street wrapped in rags
it’s for the dad carrying his son in plastic bags
for the resistance wrapping cash in their elastic bands
got ’em shaking like an addicts hand
from camden to kazakhstan, from cali to camber sands
nothing can make me feel like the vocals of mai khalil
so soulful it gave me chills, we wrote and our fate was sealed
still vultures aiming to k!ll, focus, the pain is real
all soldiers caged in the field, i hope that they can appeal
death of far3oon, like musa we was set to stream
for the refugees lost in the seven seas
for the mulethamin dying for a better dream
we forever grieve the cause, we will never leave
they didn’t sympathise ’till the sky caved in
it’s sicker why these k!llers try pimping my nation
freestyle ’till i’m senile for improvisation
you are looking at four thousand years of civilisation
compared to other artists, it seems weird
‘cos i’ve been spitting this mean for fifteen years
if a watermelon is how close you get to carin’
how you expect to spot all the social engineering?
hope you feel this words when i spill these verbs
never gonna silence me, they have to k!ll me first
but they know that though, so when i go back home
i know that every word is heard when i hold that phone
[bridge: lowkey]
we won’t give up, submit, or back down
we won’t give up, submit, or back down
we won’t give up, submit, or back down
we won’t give up, submit, or back down
we won’t give up, submit, or back down

[outro]
well, lowkey is the most significant artist to emerge
from the street in the united kingdom, in my lifetime i think
not just a hip hop artist, not just a broadcaster
but a man i call the philosopher king
like me, he ain’t no academic, ‘bruv’
but when you hear him speak, he should be at the united nations
he should be in parliament on the front bench
this is a man of towering intellect, integrity and eloquence

- lowkey

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