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A-Man

وقتی که واسه خودت میکنی دودوتا چهار تا
حساب کتاب بهت میگه حالا بدو با چهار پا
میفهمی با چند تا ضرب و تقسیم
باید جلو پول فرود بیای سر به تعظیم
تو دیگه نمیشه بزاری رو این جمله سرپوش
انگار ؛ پولو بستن ؛ به دمه خرگوش
صبحه زوده ؛ دیروز ؛ که جمعه بوده
بلند شدی ز جا و کلی حرفه مونده تو دل
چشمِ نیمه بازه
تو میگه دیگه حاضر شو که دیر
رسید سپیده دیگه عازم شو
هو
تو
خوب
میدونی طول و عرضه
زندگی یه چیزِه
که اونم پولو ارزِ
حرفه تلخیه ولی بدون به مولا راست میگم
ببین آدما جلوی کیا دولا راست میشن
چون که اون رئیسه و تو کارمندی
مثله یه ماشینی که تو واسش یه باربندی
ممکنه که دیگه حرفه دلت خونده نشه
تو دوره ای که کسی نمیده خون به پشه
باید سعی کنی که با یک نبوغ قشنگ
حق تو یه جور بگیری از حقوق بشر
بگو
شهری که مغزمونو فراری داد
شهری که غرق دود و مواده
شهری که هر کی نفت داره
یک قدم به راس نردبونِ برات
شهری که وقتمونو نداشــت
شهری که سقفمونو نذاشــت
شهری که بذرمونو نکاشـت
درد از ، شهری که حقمونو نداد...
گیجه گیجی
تو به یک نقطه خیره میشی
تو فکر اینکه آیا سره کارو میشه پیچید؟
نــــــه...
نباید بدی تو روزو از دست
میدونم که کار سخته وقتی روح خستست
ولی خوبــــــــــ...
تو این وضعِ کیش میشی
و تو این شطرنج اگه نجنبی کیش میشی
خوب هرکی مایه داره باشه ؛ خوب تو کیش میشی
چرا همش فقط منو تو دمه کیش میشیم؟
ضعیفو پوچی
ولی ضریبه هوشی
میگه کمی بکوشی
دیگه دمیده خورشید
میره همین که جوشید
شیرت... کمی بنوشی
دیگه سریع بپوشی
دیره.همین.به گوشی
اینــه...
خیابونه خشن پر از دود و شلوغو تنگ
نگاهای بد به هم که یعنی شروعِ جنگ
چند نفر میان میگن که اقا باشه ول کن
اگه نه که ؛ با صورت میری تو باجه تلفن
هه...
کلی بدو بیراه بارت شد
با اعصابه خورد سر کارت وارد شو
اسم کاره
و اسمشه که ژست داره
فقط فکرت اینه نشی زیره قسط پاره
کدوم کار؟
کدوم مشتری ؟
تو سر خوش به هیچی
جز اینکه نخ لباستو دوره انگشت بپیچی
اونیم که میاد تو میبینی باچشمه خیره
گدا بود ...یاخواسته ازت آدرس بگیره
شهری که مغزمونو فراری داد
شهری که غرق دود و مواده
شهری که هر کی نفت داره
یک قدم به راس نردبونِ برات
شهری که وقتمونو نداشــت
شهری که سقفمونو نذاشــت
شهری که بذرمونو نکاشـت
درد از ، شهری که حقمونو نداد.
کار تعطیل... خسته ...بارو بندیل بسته
انگار که توی دل کوه یه غار کندی
کسرِ وقت ؛ نمیده به تو یه استراحت
زندگی واست شده یه دوی یه استقامت
خیلی دوست داری تا خونتون یه دربست بگیری
گوله برسی خونه... بخوابی... در اصل بمیری
شرایطش نیس ...پس واسه چی واستادی؟
خطی هارو بغل کن...
آزادیـــــ...
آزادیــــــــــــــــ...
تو راه خونه ، با فکرِ مشغولو هزار استرس
که نکنه فردا گاوت هشت قلو بزاد و...
وقته رعدو برقه قلبه
و جزرو مده منه و
وضعِ من چه بده
چون که قبضه برق اومده
باید.
قبض و پولتو با کش ببندی
باهاش خدافظی کنیو بهش بخندی
که اینه تنها راهه خنده تویه قشره غمگین
و البته که یه دیوونه ای تو چشمه هرکی...
Lyric by MA_BAHARI

A-Man

When you do the math for yourself,
Calculations tell you to run on all fours now.
You understand with a few multiplications and divisions,
That you must bow down to money, head in submission.
You can no longer cover up this sentence,
It's like money is tied to a rabbit's tail.
It's early morning, yesterday was Friday,
You got up and there are many words left unspoken.
Half-open eyes,
Telling you to get ready, it's late.
Dawn has arrived, so get going,
Hey!
You
Know
The length and breadth,
Life is one thing,
And that is money's worth.
It's a bitter truth, but know that I'm telling the truth,
See how people bend over backwards for certain individuals,
Because they're the boss and you're the employee.
Like a car that you're just a burden for.
It's possible that your heart's desire will never be heard,
In an era where no one gives blood to a mosquito.
You must try with beautiful ingenuity,
To get your rights from human rights somehow.
Tell me,
The city that made our brains flee,
The city that's drowning in smoke and substances,
The city where whoever has oil,
Is one step closer to the top of the ladder for you.
The city that didn't have our time,
The city that didn't give us a roof,
The city that didn't plant our seeds,
The pain comes from the city that didn't give us our rights...
Dizzy and confused,
You stare at a point,
Thinking if you can skip work?
No...
You shouldn't waste the day,
I know it's hard when the soul is tired,
But well...
In this situation, you become the pawn,
And in this chess game, if you don't move, you'll be checkmated.
Well, whoever has the means, they'll be the one to checkmate,
Why are it always just you and me who get checkmated?
Weak and insignificant,
But the intelligence quotient,
Tells you to try a little,
The sun has risen,
It goes down as soon as it boils,
Your milk... drink a little,
Get dressed quickly,
It's late. Just. To the phone,
This is it...
The rough streets are full of smoke, crowded and narrow,
Bad looks at each other, meaning the war is about to begin,
A few people come and say, "Sir, let it go,"
Otherwise, you'll end up face-first in the phone booth.
Heh...
You've been cursed a lot,
With frustration, enter your workplace.
The name of the job,
And it has a reputation,
Your only thought is not to be torn under installments.
Which job?
Which customer?
You're happy with nothing,
Except wrapping your shirt thread around your finger.
The one who comes in, you see with a staring eye,
Was a beggar... or wanted to ask you for directions.
The city that made our brains flee,
The city that's drowning in smoke and substances,
The city where whoever has oil,
Is one step closer to the top of the ladder for you.
The city that didn't have our time,
The city that didn't give us a roof,
The city that didn't plant our seeds,
The pain comes from the city that didn't give us our rights.
Work is over... tired... packed up and ready to go,
As if you dug a cave in the heart of a mountain.
The lack of time doesn't give you a break,
Life has become a long-distance race for you.
You really want to take a cab to your house,
Get home in a ball... sleep... basically die.
There are no conditions... so why are you standing?
Hug the lines...
Freedom...
Freedom...
On the way home, with a busy mind and a thousand stresses,
That your cow might give birth to eight calves tomorrow and...
It's the time of thunder and lightning in the heart,
And the ebb and flow of me and,
My situation is so bad,
Because the electricity bill has arrived.
You must.
Tie the bill and your money with a rubber band,
Say goodbye to it and laugh at it,
Because that's the only way to laugh in the sad class,
And of course, there's a madman in everyone's eyes...
Lyric by MA_BAHARI