This year I lost my cat, my granny and one of my best friends
In every nook and cranny I’m stuck searching for it to make sense
I’ve sat up in darkness, scribbling at my desk
Contemplating my attack, resting in my defence
It doesn’t add up, sometimes the good die young
And there’s a life in the oppressed for which the privileged long
They’re unimpressed with the riches, still swallow it up
Depressed under the rictus, never shallow enough
And I’m just left with the diamonds in the rough
And on the the left, there’s the diamonds that the poor man wants
And on the right, there’s a lie that make the pure man tough
And I’m just left with the diamonds in the rough until my time is up
The so-called war on drugs, only caused more addicts and thugs
The war on terror’s no better, from Bin Laden to Trump
And every rapper who’s just wishing for his chance to blow up
And now we have to grow up
From voting for Bernie Sanders, losing hope with Obama
We’re closer to burning mansions just to cope with the drama
In Geneva bunch of hypocrites attacking our culture
We protest in the streets, where we graffiti with colour
We’re disobedient, we don’t believe what they speak and they mutter
They call us idiots and tell us to get back in the gutter
There’s more secrets in the parliament seats than kids have from their mother
We don’t believe in freedom of speech, we believe in each other
VERSE 2 (PAPS):
My generation faces all the problems of the world on its shoulders
And now we’ve crossed over man, it’s gotten colder
Everybody’s focus always seems to be retaliation
No grand debating this state of hatred that is our creation
So let’s put something to rest
Some deaths got us fronting huffing and puffing our chests
Others are just pictures and a chunk full of text
I guess a third of the world’s lives don’t mean much to the west
Politicians scheming as they always have
Claiming that they walk straight paths, they don they masks
Talk they crap, never gonna drop they act
And if they get us where they want us it's a long way back
But it can be done, if the people put down their guns
Unsung heroes rising from the cities and the slums
The city's looking gritty since the villainous have funds
Still we waiting for the day when the people unite as one, but
The path is winding, inclined and intertwining
To guide your minds eye, the signs are still divided
In this day and age we're feeling lost in space and time
It's like looking at the world through a lens of psilocybin
These visions might decide the road we choose to take
But who's to say if we go or choose to stay
Stagnating in this current state or breaking through the obstacles
We're in a bad place but, we made it possible
