paroles de chanson Who Will Hear Me? (feat. Carol-Anne of Bellewether) - D$

Eh yo, I wasn't born with a silver spoon stuck in my mouth
So any kind of compassion I got is trying to spread my wealth
Why you stealing what you got when I've never got mine
There's something wrong with our times when people crying for a dime
Cause I'm busting my ass day in and day out
They easily taking my money and the sweat off my brow
With tax breaks cause you wealthy what's the government doing
I know you paying them off and they call it contributions
Thieving politicians waging war on the middle class
Destroying family values how much longer is this gonna last
Rendering us useless like we're clueless and it sickens me
Zeitgeist opens eyes and their plot is only thickening
Will your ignorance to open up be your doom
Let most of the media control your mind too fools
Just to escape the cold emotionless vibe
I'm looking up towards the sky and wonder If that means I have to die

Carol-Anne
Will there be future better than the past scene
Around the corner but not likely in my century
Who will hear who will fear change
Who will take charge and make it better days

D$
Everybody's pressing buttons like they droppping them bombs
Same old cliché acting like arnold terminating us all
Yo why I gotta feel like I got no life here
Do I gotta build a fall out shelter feeling like the end is near
Terrorist tactics to steer us living in fear
The only ones instilling that is our media here
Owned by the very men that have brought injustice
Playing god with our lives just thinking we're their subjects
Tracking chips soon to be injected
It's hectic how we're made to believe it's effective
I don't want to be tagged like an animal it's frantic yo
The time is now to make sure that it tangible
All this security believed to be for our safety
When in actuality it's chaining us to slavery
Controversy? nah just informative pain
Let's take it from an Icon and pray for better days

Carol-Anne
Will there be future better than the past scene
Around the corner but not likely in my century
Who will hear who will fear change
Who will take charge and make it better days
Who Will Hear Me

D$
Yo building turn to ash roaring thunder in the sky
With a mothers head in hands is cradled by her child
There's crashing through the city explosions all around
Blood tearing off kids faces and they're crying with no sound
Black water rolling over the neighbouring yards
Roasted bodies like Qu say barbequing in their cars
Thunder's drowning out all the innocent cries
Shrapnel torn bodies yo it's careless genocide
Metal pouring down like rain and it be breaking up like glass
Ripping into any flesh that be in its blasting path
Looking eye to eye as it sits in his hand
Ask's the big dawg why? the blast popped it out his head
Lead flowing in the wind and then compressing against bone
Lungs be filling up with blood with brain matter all on the road
Children painted in the streets limbs marinate in blood
Looking down from up high did Picasso draw this up?

Carol-Anne
Will there be future better than the past scene
Around the corner but not likely in my century
Who will hear who will fear change
Who will take charge and make it better days