Lyrics Where Did the Sun Go - Foreign Beggars feat. Anik & Tommy Evans
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Quiet
nights
of
quiet
stars
The
quiet
chords
from
my
guitar
Floating
on
the
silence
that
surrounds
us
Ayo,
where
did
the
sun
go?
Erased
by
the
cars
Haze
and
gun
smoke
Through
the
rain
as
I
speak
my
bars
The
light
of
my
streets
that
leads
to
the
stars
The
air
that
we
breathe
is
poisin
and
People
wear
fake
tan
to
avoid
the
sun
Like
a
demon
child
that
destroys
it's
mum
Eaten
up
from
the
inside
like
horsemen
And
draw
in
my
lungs
are
jet
black
and
cancerous
Gasoline,
nicotine
and
Ganja
spliffs
Damage
is
done
like
when
arms
handlers
Had
me
praying
for
change
like
a
thousand
mantises
[?]
salute
the
righteous
Dark
circling
computer
nightmares
We
cruise
lightyears
Recruiting
the
future
fighters
I
write
the
sickest
raps
to
bring
it
back
to
the
natural
elements
Iller
than
twisted
cats
and
twenty
kids
in
backward
settlements
Settling
for
less
than
ten
pence
for
a
day's
wage
It's
this
rap
game's
bater
than
[?]
racial
hatred
With
thoughts
contagious
we're
spawning
new
waves
of
anger
Damaging
[?]
none
the
wiser
I
flow
two
rival
tides
in
a
divided
ocean
Riding
the
undercurrents
your
bodies
writhe
with
contrived
emotion
Surviving
the
vital
potion
Liquid
stores
of
frozen
soul
food
Holding
the
pole
position
[?]
But
I'm
sure
[?]
cycle
and
will
be
forgotten
Confided
in
dry
tears
when
the
ways
of
the
mind's
rotten
Fight
for
the
common
cause
and
the
plight
for
the
divine
brother
Whose
only
hope
to
find
soul
[?]
at
the
bottom
of
[?]
gutter
If
only
truths
were
uttered
every
time
our
mouths
were
open
We'd
be
halfway
to
the
promised
land
with
the
vision
of
[?]
broken
I'm
a
starving
artist
who
harnessed
the
force
of
the
beat
I
talk
to
my
peeps
who
walk
in
their
sleep
Through
dimly
lit
Victorian
streets
Where
the
law
of
the
beasts
is
enforced
by
police
Ignoring
the
tricks
and
silent
screams
Violent
scenes,
grey
smoke
[?]
sun's
vibrant
beams
Tyrants
seek
to
make
loot
in
grey
suits
Caught
in
the
same
loop
but
can't
break
loose
The
hate
the
hate
produced
takes
root,
shapes
youths
And
grows
into
Billie
Holiday's
strange
fruit
The
rotten
apple
he
picked
from
the
trees
The
sickened
disease
To
it's
pips
and
it's
seeds
The
wickedest
thieves
Trick
and
deceive
The
victims
bereaved
Mans
are
addicted
to
green
But
wealth
corrupts
Til
you
self-destruct
Our
[?]
is
to
uplift
and
help
you
up
What
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