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letra de september 12th - s. kalibre

[verse 1: s. kalibre]
heard half a gunshot, blacked out, and rewind
the day the towers fell something went right in my mind
we were caught in the aftermath, flipped by media imagery
felt like an alien, ’cause it really didn’t click to me
after partaking in one of my vices – smokin’ that niceness
i left my mind to its own devices
the awakening was priceless, it was now eyes wide open
the mind wide open, chasing a gun and smokin’
left my yard and i stepped into a brand new world
back on roll, but every role that gives its least – to hell
with knowledge comes power, but that power’s a crime
every time i tried to use it i fell out of line
the lie-machine was hittin’ minds, it was workin’ overtime
felt like i was the light amongst the darkest of minds
but still i was a youth with disbelief in the truth
i tried not to deny it, nor lie, but i couldn’t see proof

[chorus: s. kalibre]
where did you find the truth – on the net, or on the street?
did you paddle in the shallow, did you jump into the deep?
there’s knowledge, go get it! you’ve gotta run with it!
they can’t hold you down if you’ve got a free spirit!
(x2)

[verse 2: s. kalibre]
i had to train my mind, rewrite my raps. am i the only one
who never got dusty after the attacks?
they’ll wanna snipe you if your mind’s true – they’ll find you
they’re sicker than the chemicals they feed the kids in drive-throughs. my flow empty, my soul’s weak, haven’t eaten properly. went from drug-dealer to b-ttweiler – “deterring democracy”
no net back then, feet firmly in the street
one-bedroom flat, family, five channel t.v
still shut-in to the zombie types
i didn’t really like sippin’ on a red stripe every fortnight
trying to explain to my spouse how it is over a spliff
arguing, cause the media got ’em locked under their lids
the truth is hard to handle, the media buries scandal
feel like an alien that dumped his p-ssport in the channel
i got a million things to say, but to who? it’s hurtin’ my health
the more i think, the more lost i feel, but i’ve found myself

[verse 3: s. kalibre]
it didn’t take michael moore, or david icke to free me
it took free thought, and turning off the t.v
i broke the program they installed since i was a kid
the 9.11 upgrade crashed their shit!
it took a major event to wake me, but sometimes i wish i never woke up, cause this new world is shady
forced to walk my own path, i got bored, and i ran it
try not to see prison, cause we imprisoned on the planet
now i’m readin’ about the chemicals they put in your food
the ever-rising cancer rates are there for the truth
fast-forward 2020
i’m getting sick of the facts. i’m getting sick of breaking their schemes, whilst they patch up the cracks
i’m sick of it! i’m sick to the back of my teeth!
but i’m sick of it, decypher it, i’ll give it to the street
if you’re new to what i do, look back and rewind
i heard half a gunshot, blacked out, and i died

- s kalibre

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