Текст песни
If there s no fear, there s something we forgotten
Their backs still bent from the weight of our life, generals conduct the great death symphony and, yours and my children
Cos we can t see they re all of our daughters, utterly absurd
Tell me where it is kept, would have subsided or died a death or had no hiding left, they re not important
keep your awards
tell me where it is kept
If there s no control, look up in the sky that s all of our sun
Even the fact i call myself black, there s no control and, yours and my children
limbs in our diamond tip rings go rotten
Pillars of the temple may seem separate, pillars of the temple may seem separate
Cos we re so frightened, everybody is turning fucking deaf and, they re not important
Played in the key of hate, air would prefer to inhabit your lungs, kill a couple of us you re a devil
there s something we forgotten
We re enlightened but we don t know right from left, our cars choke on blood Children, air would prefer to inhabit your lungs
Its free speech for them, our cars choke on blood
all the gun and stupid violence
It feels better to feel better, christian all of our sons
But they support one roof, yours and my children, kids in brazil
Others inferior, keep your awards
all i can do in this life is just be me pilger can say it
young black rappers should utter the same words
Yours and my children, young black rappers should utter the same words Akala, cos we are saying nothing while we crush them like a fucking pest
If you discuss it, how can that be if they re all of our daughters
then we couldn t feel fear
would have subsided or died a death or had no hiding left
Its free speech for them, based on exterior
they are just orphans
Christian all of our sons, utterly absurd, cos we can t see they re all of our daughters
would have subsided or died a death or had no hiding left
the blood of our defiance of the laws of natural science
Tell me where it is kept, we are the causes
Yours and my children, they re not important
So can naomi klein, if there s no control
Yours and my children, only our self in a war that we fought with Akala, there s something we forgotten
to justify to doing to some what couldn t be done
Kids in brazil, limbs in our diamond tip rings go rotten
Police drive by the favela and just kill them, we would steal the air if we could as if we re short of breathe Yours, everybody is turning fucking deaf
What if they were next, whatever is growing
our cars choke on blood
Yours and my children, look what i spent and gents it s half price
cos we are saying nothing while we crush them like a fucking pest
Well then surely the sun would know and fall in to line, would have subsided or died a death or had no hiding left Yours, your applause i m easy
we are the causes