Текст песни Blood Money - Qed

We in this right now
Some real life story you about to hear
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I started from the bottom in fact below zero
Surrounded by poverty, war and tyrants like Nero
Mourning the death of yet another war hero
Some real life story no Pacino no De Niro (respectfully)
No silver spoons
Just revolutionary rebels with war stories and war wounds
Unknown soldiers resting under unmarked tombs
My momma singing lullabies to me to the sound sonic booms
See I was born in the middle of a war man
My first memories are those of my people's pain
And bombs falling down like a sudden summer rain
Decades later ain't nothing changed it still the same
Or even worse I see an escalation in oppression
Sister just got 10 years for her self expression
They hang our brothers from cranes, an act of repression
But when we fight back, they claim it's aggression

Their hands full of blood money
Their hands full of blood money
Their hands full of blood money
Their hands full of blood money

Have you ever wondered why life's the way it is?
Why we was starving as youngins while them rich kids
Was eating good getting big gifts for Christmas
Bought with ends taken from our antecedents
While we was stuck in the hood and it was understood
Cheap labor was all we could be once reaching manhood
The hood is far from good, not even once could
We leave until we left that hellhole for good
I ain't trying to be arrogant all I'm saying is
I ain't falling for these devils' dirty business
I'm saying this hope you pick up game playing this
Beware these traitors man, they don't know what shame is
They'll sell their soul for fame and celebrity
Truth be told they're X of the enemy
They smile with you but their heart's full of treachery
'Cuz for that gold they try to erase your history

Their hands full of blood money
Their hands full of blood money
Their hands full of blood money
Their hands full of blood money

The whole world is a big class-society
Where a small percentage live in nimiety
Ordinary people bro like you and me
Work our ass off, but get to ball rarely
Life is a mystery, short and full of misery
All throughout history never a good news to read
For the underdogs and minorities
Only fatalities they always wanted us to bleed
I swear to God bro it's like the game is rigged
Like our kind are not supposed to make it big
Even if we did, they send someone to get ya head
Spill ya blood for money, with blood money they put out the hit
Look what they did to Sharafkandi and Qazi too
And never shall we forget about Ghassemlou
Murdered by agents of Iran for the revenue
He came to talk, they came with guns, that's what cowards do

Their hands full of blood money
Their hands full of blood money
Their hands full of blood money
Their hands full of blood money