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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Banjop
Banjop
Performer
B.A.D
B.A.D
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Banjop
Banjop
Songwriter
Nick Thompson
Nick Thompson
Songwriter
Tyler Gagnon
Tyler Gagnon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Thompson
Nick Thompson
Producer
B.A.D
B.A.D
Producer
Nick Nash
Nick Nash
Producer
TylerGenius
TylerGenius
Producer

Lyrics

Deceiving using hate Utilize our rage Centre stage- these Political debates Gas light the flame Screams all in vain Commercialize the pain Capitalized for gains Statues and the buildings, representing triumph Over dead bodies, that's what they implying Cross over them, the poor crucified in Prophesied the end, villages get pillaged V.I.P the culture, all the fucking vultures sit, wine and dine Daily Worker. salvage food, for daughter, 'Fore the lathi hit the spine Pat on the back, unintentional attack, Oops the man just died But That's daily life, No surprise, punishment for non compliance Tears on they face Tear through their fate Brave but depraved? Who finna raise Who? Who? Room full of praise Media sedates Incident erased Who? Graves outta space Graves outta space Broken like the promises, propaganda propagated into Whatsapp messages The Pandemonium holding hostages Despotic few become savages Hide the truth. Breaking news. channel views. for the TRP no debates only feuds Half magnitude misconstrued Have accused guilty without being proved Daily wagers walk for miles, set aside, while they crops fail, but it's futile How on earth we gon reconcile on broken backs while the fakes smile? Black and white, Elitists holding massive rallies, with the crowd wild Tears falling down like crocodile When the bodies pile down Washed ashore on our river banks now Disparity Not important As left wing right wing how? Inequality Rising up the ranks But it's about vote banks now What's the point of complaining about the system People voting had the keys to the system People on the chair prey on the system Then the regimes go shitting our system Power and Responsibility with no Accountability down I mean Not so much about "What you know" but "Who you know" that counts Sex, religion, caste, creed, what you eating they be making all rounds Based on how you look, how women dress, violence is profound Tears on they face Tear through their fate Brave but depraved? Who finna raise Who? Who? Room full of praise Media sedates Incident erased Who? Graves outta space Graves outta space Into that heaven of freedom my father Let my country awake Where the mind is without fear And the Head is held high Into that heaven of freedom my father Let my country awake
Writer(s): Banjop Nongbri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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