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letra de prisoner pt. 1 &2 - zag

[prisoner 1]

[verse 1: zag]
a prisoner, but the shackles ain’t physical
tied to his master by a spell but it ain’t mystical
a prisoner for thirty years, grinding the gears
waiting for the right moment, so the world could hear
his sos, under a lot of stress
he’s getting impatient, his master not willing to confess
this cognitive dissonance and mass lobotomy
a velvet curtain to hide the atrocities
of oppression, slave labor, and corruption
the fake media, and our voices’ reduction
the airwaves have corrupted our human connection
by keeping us cold and away from the light
but a boiling point is about to be reached
a revolution where babylon’s throne will be sieged
like solomon and the templar knights, a bl–dy fight
only one will last at the end of the night

[chorus: zag]
الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام
الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام
الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام
الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام
the people want to overthrow the system
the people want to overthrow the system
the people want to overthrow the system
the people want to overthrow the system
[verse 2: zag]
he’s getting hungry from the lack of food
his stomach is feeling funny
living with the “crummy druggies” of society
“never lie to me” he said, on the way to the protest
his loved ones wishing they would have no stress
after the toppling of this oppressive regime
feeling contempt from the people, it’s so lethal
against the tyrants, his eyes are deceitful
like judas, praying to jesus on a pulpit
the culprit is deprived of human feelings
ordering the mass murder of human beings
الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام
flaring up the scene that eliminates al zalaam
steel-toed boots, vendetta masks, and kufiya
dodging tear-gas, throwing rocks to hurriya
the police are running over protesters as they pray
the cross and qur’an tied together like night and day
sad and g-y, the people’s feeling of hope and fear
that drove my people to overthrow the overseer

[interlude: mumia abu jamal]
-scratches-
bringing you the truth in the form of hip-hop

[interlude: omar suleiman]
in the name of allah most gracious most merciful
dear citizens, in light of these difficult circumstances the country is going through
president mohamed hosni mubarak decided to give up the post of president of the republic
the supreme council of the armed forces is now in charge of managing the country’s affairs
god is the grantor and the helper
[prisoner 2]

[intro: zag]
it’s been eight years, but it ain’t over
it’s been eight years, but it ain’t over yet

[verse: zag]
the revolution ends, and the military rules
being a tool’s a trend, bootl!cking for curfews
no differing views tolerated in the news
labeling you a fascist of looking for views
on youtube, the revolution was televised
but riddled with corruption and honest lies
a devil in disguise, but a saint with his words
“we need a strong leader” that’s what everybody heard
democracy is dead in the land of the pharaohs
they shooting bullets, we out here fighting with arrows
tryna penetrate they souls with hope and amal
from the wailing mothers of mawke’it el gamal
senseless deaths and terrorist threats
exiling dissidents and other brechts
heavy taxes and imf loans
it’s hosni mubarak’s evil clone

[outro: abdelfattah al sisi]
beware, what happened seven, eight years ago, will not be repeated again in egypt
-applause-
those who didn’t succeed back then, won’t succeed now
no, no, no, no ,no, it seems like you don’t know who i am

- zag

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