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Criminal
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Singer/Songwriter
Criminal è stato pubblicato il 28 marzo 2025 da Dot Dash Recordings come parte dell'album The Second High
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Data di uscita28 marzo 2025
EtichettaDot Dash Recordings
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM76

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Liz Stringer
Liz Stringer
Vocals
Beni Giles
Beni Giles
Bass Guitar
James Larter
James Larter
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Liz Stringer
Liz Stringer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beni Giles
Beni Giles
Producer
Robert Wilks
Robert Wilks
Engineer
Dick Beetham
Dick Beetham
Mastering Engineer

Testi

I’ve been hiding under edges since it drove me
To the concrete where I’d never been before
I am still here but I’m not living just existing, just surviving
Taught to never expect more
In the middle of a system that’s a failure
I’m a failure, system tells me every day
When you’re running with your fear you’re getting weaker but you’re acting braver
I’m not making choices here
They’re sending a message, though they keep it subliminal
I live in a city where too little is criminal
My existence is a mongrel sniffing round all their pedigrees
They’ll keep me at survival before they risk any legacy
I’m trying to stay out of the cold this winter
RAP is never pardoned in the sovereign south
And it sticks in my neck like a metal splinter
No one will help me get it out
Ancestry brought master servant to my country
And the masters built their gaols with their servants’ hands
Fat necks spilling over stiffened white starched collars
Consorting in the Member’s Stand
They’re sending a message, though they keep it subliminal
I live in a city where too little is criminal
My existence is a mongrel sniffing ‘round all their pedigrees
They’ll keep me at survival before they risk any legacies
And here on the rising panic there are conversations
If you can’t feed yourself, it’s your fault and your failures
We’re all playing cards being spat from above us
But don’t pretend you got what you got ‘cos you worked any harder
They’re sending a message, though they keep it subliminal
I live in a city where too little is criminal
My existence is an anchor on the yacht that they’re sailing
Their passage now relies on the rest of us failing
Written by: Liz Stringer
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