Track: Darkdayz Lyrics
WG Reporting
The sun does rise but mate darkness is steady, it tries to shine, too late darkness is heavy. It stays behind lingers in hearts and minds ready to spawn its child hate and strike my kind. Lately it’s hard to find a spot safe for yours and mine, I swear to God our blood soaks this earth already. Gujarat we died the world watched us count bodies, we tried to fight a mad mob that embodied a nation’s hate. Musharraf played as we got it, New Delhi made and armed the mob with machetes & pitchforks they sliced a pregnant sister‘s belly. They stabbed her child before her eyes torched her body. She died twice these cowards will die plenty.
From Abu Ghraib Fatima cries for men if there remains any. She’s raped daily by cowards empowered mainly by rulers with power to act the facts are seen plainly. She cries ‘they done shamed me they raped and then maimed me’ inside her hope dies she cries ‘please come save me’. Our blood for oil its our blood for pennies, Bush soils my soil my blood it boils like many. I recoil and just bounce back to slap up any Rulers on pay-packs we struggle and toil against these rats who aint loyal In contracts to deen spoil. No they aint royal their thrones from tinfoil and God’s is sturdy and when these tyrants die the skies will rain confetti. We’ll celebrate cause all we’ve known is turmoil & heart-brake from these snakes embroiled in laws foiled cause man makes so man brakes and spoils. We wake and its open hunting season on everybody believing even children are beaten left bleeding not breathing. My people are grieving as these blasphemous demons are weaving their lies, now every nation the worthless and worth-little tries. Feening they gather round us ravenous feasting & feeding on hearts minds yearning for reason from treasonous spies. They lie and all for spoils of oil, we die rebelling and deening alive we’ve been boiled but yo we are still going.
AWAW Reporting
War is knocking non stop on those with not a lot. In the charities they guarantee vanity, crescent or cross. In the age of power, just couple hours whole cities are lost.Who empowers those who devour that which most would rather not? Hunger scours seeking rememberance from tongues who prayer forgot. Not to mention the Wall Street henchmen with their stench of greed and rotten invention for peace prevention called pre-emption. Now we’ve got international money men with interest loans to cripple crops. On condition their missionaries get to build their steeple tops on the graves of the babies laid to waste by gas laced missile tops. Now embark on the same free market which stole everything they got, all the choices promised through open democracy come to silence the voices of those who practice polygamies, they rejoice in the pregnancies of their pre-teens. Enjoying their things, they meet in the chatrooms of cyberspace, with subscribers who hide their face behind aliases. Embrace in the dark streets on dark dayz, in the gaze of peep-hole freaks with their dark ways, in parkways where the homosexuals meet. Politicians, they’re quick to greet the decisions that put the weak in positions, too scared too speak of the visions of famine reeking havoc its savage but there you have it. The marriage of man made systems and carrots that come with sticks to disparage what contradicts to their ravage apocalypse. And we’ve had it we’re losing grip and its sad cause we’re all there is in these dark days, Dark Dayz.
