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letra de n.s. - subhas

another mother joins the sorority of sorrow
as another son doesn’t live to see tomorrow
seems like our freedom is borrowed, it’s leased
so rise in power as they rest in peace

rifle salutes
the sound of stifled youth
a fatal pursuit, another life that we lose
the trial will probably be a denial of the truth
it’s idle in the news till idols in the news
there’s a price of a city i’m not willing to pay
crisis my city – made a k!lling today
close my eyes it don’t fade away
realize it’s just another day
price of my city i’m not willing to pay
crisis my city made a k!lling today
close my eyes it don’t fade away…
real lies…

conscript is a con script
a script we must flip, a lie it’s a trick
we losing men in peacetime no conflict
we shackled to tradition, all convicts
we got contracts, we got concerts
we got con men in the press conference
we got coffins, and no conscience
and change won’t come with comments

so…
we need policy – not apologies
by authorities who throw dollar fees
we got problems see
my ideology
is that we treat our sons like prodigies
stop sending them
stop sending them
stop sending them
i’ve been tallying up the the death toll
necro-numerals
of military funerals
the net go hysterical
then it’s business as usual

also
f-ck these rappers talking about bookout day
you better lookout dey, cos people out here dying
while you taking money from mindef you mouthpiece
brace yourself it’s a cookout day
the wars we fight in proxy for our minds
keep the results of autopsy
obviously
to your
posse of paper generals
camouflaged in a code of silence
i need a clarifying act of violence
i need some leaders on this island
i think we need a new alliance
we need prisoners running the asylum

as flags fly half mast
and we repeat mistakes of past…
i re-write the p-ssages of your rituals and rites of p-ssages
these deaths in vain, rage coursing through my veins
even our lives they have eminent domain
this is state propaganda, if you take a proper gander
unnecessary graves, within lines gerrymandered
what kind of nation have we become?
another mother’s tears grieving over her son

- subhas

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