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letra de nov 6 - nathan nzanga

bars practice
barbaric tactics
matter o fact
this beat go beat you up
and ya’ll actin like writing captions enough action
sure enough
growin’ up’s no joke
grown folk
reign supreme
grown folk
give more care about death machines
than slain teens
no hope cos ya won’t vote
cos it won’t work
and they won’t care
can’t complain but they campaigns
if you ain’t aware are ya stayin’ chair

talk about your body’s wear and tear
how you can’t fare, how you too scared
had ya chance, now it’s in they hands
cos you met the man, settled wit cha plans
wave your hands like “why me?”
god hit you back like “boy please”
“why me?” primarily you deciding to do nothing
allеyoop to my outlasts
i’ll spin you on an axis
power to the peoplе
revolution trumps the facists
fear promotes the joke and votes the folks who run the fastest
lower votes in hopes masks are shaking up the mattress
givin’ them the humpty-dump for waking up the woke
vital the entire generation stays afloat
apathetic, not forget it
sit and let it, not forget it
those awake in action are the only ones who woke
that the speed beneath your tweets ain’t enough to run the show
one hundred forty characters just don’t mean sh-t without the votes
if you can tweet we’re in the street
then run the poll then roll the globe
and run the votes
?
then sing this song to keep the hope

- nathan nzanga

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