paroles de chanson Long Sleeves in the Summer - Promoe

Bang the piano squeeze the beat out the drummer
This ain't your average hiphop, it got no keys to the hummer
No prostitutes, glocks that shoot it deals with the younger
Generation on medication to shut out the sleeping and hunger
She needs the pain - her weary arms need to get number
Scarred so bad she's wearing long sleeves in the summer
People wouldn't know what to say so she feels she should cover
The shame inflicted by livin in the greediest culture man
Who wouldn't be disgusted by all the meat and the butter?
You could say she's reluctant to eat cus her mother
It wouldn't be the whole truth gotta dig deep in the under
People fail to realise what I speak on when I utter:

Generation after generation are being sacrificed, are being sacrificed
Slaughtered on the altar of a massive lie, of a massive lie

Play the piano for the innocent children
Growing up being bombarded with an image of women
So sick and twisted and it's mirrored within them
Because we're celebrating death as the ideal way of living
It's so backwards round here - man I ain't even kiddin'
She's trapped in her body tryin to fly out from her prison
Too close to the sun quickly brought back to the harsh reality
Burned by the cold fire of this world's mentality
Father could you tell me why she's starvin herself please
Tell me why she's so hard on herself she's
Walkin this earth wearin the scars of our hell
Carved in the flesh of her arms and what next?
I don't know what good talkin will do
And if puttm her pain in a song will help
But I can't go on cus the words gettin blurred in front of my eyes
As the teal's start to burn this ain't a song it's a cry

For generations after generations that are being sacrificed, are being sacrificed
I tell you slaughtered on the altar of a massive lie, of a massive lie

Cus how you expect me to explain to my little sis
When she use her brain ain't no interest they pick her apart
Till all that remains is a clitoris
Media keep telling her to change to some bigger tits
Tellin' her to shut her mouth - paint - and to fix her lips
But her smile's a little strained while she slit her wrist
Because she hates what her belly is
That's why we resist and can't get a bit of rest

Cus generation after generation are being sacrificed, are being sacrificed
Slaughtered on the altar of a massive lie, of a massive lie

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