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c-slake [f. tony michele] - powerdigm كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: c-slake]

visions of c. kaduna staring at me
decorated me ‘thrombosis to the coronary’
coroner saying it’s the visionary’s corollary
‘commisary to the people’ that’s my cross to carry
i’m tired of the chains, don’t you feel ordinary?
the character is the problem it isn’t monetary
in spite of all the wings you have you are still c-ssowary
flightless, you are lost in the commentary
i’m a radical
without a sabbatical
i wanna slap you all
every one of you thinking cyclical
we celebrate a country where everything is farcical
and get mad when an outsider points out things that are factual
we’re m-s-ch-sts
our very own parodies
apparently
it’s time to be proactive ‘fore we’re casualties
if your history’s a mystery the future will be misery
you’ll get gunned easily
y’all are really k!lling me
partying to a cacophony of lies
in a system that wants a monopoly of lives
all the s-d-sts ever do is dish canker
half of you will pro’ly dismiss this as childish banter

[verse 2: c-slake]

visions of herr macaulay weeping with me
nzeogwu wiped a tear before sipping his drink
we were laughing a while back listening to my joint
till i spoke about nigeria as a case in point
i held chukwuma’s hand
and i felt his pain
he asked me
‘who’s the hero? and who’s the villain?’
he who tells the story never died in it
and he who dies can’t defend whatever name is given him
and it’s frightening
so f-ckin’ frightening
that he who dares to speak is next up for expiring
you advocates of change that never change i pity you
twitter activists that couldn’t occupy y’all silly too
-ss-ssinate a king the kingmaker sips his beer
you celebrate and watch the king’s clone reappear
how do you vote without hearing a manifesto?
like being a judge of thieves when you’re a f-ckin’ klepto

[verse 3: c-slake]

visions of my late brother yelling at me
give up your absurdities i will be very happy
but i’m laying captive in the camp of revolution armies
blinded in both eyes by my rage now i’m a visionary
i’m tryna fight a juggernaut it’s buffoonery
the scenery is taut my helplessness is k!lling me
suffering and smiling is the victim i was built to be
nothing changes till you change
who’re you fooling b?
i’m a lost 20-year old with a fear of feeling
in a city where silence is pure masochism
my generation inherited a fear of war
‘cos the last time it was a genocide to the poor
and wealth is respect and a brain is a bane
fame is success and my pain is my pain
honesty is insane and being a thief makes you smart
bags of money fly at daytime and people become bats
you gave the system wings
and wondered why you couldn’t tame it
news of your failings is their round-table entertainment
the future’s planking on the edge of a shaking precipice
our mental inst-tutions are a watered down edifice
and freedom is a myth only a blind man sees
they just flatter to deceive like ilhan mansiz
who defined the world for you?
whose eyes do you see from?
whose ideas are you carrying thinking it’s your kingdom?

[verse 4: tony michele]

hiii-powerdigm
that’s three i’s
you got three eyes
but what’s the use
when you can’t even see with your two eyes
this is a call to enlightenment
self and otherwise
open your eyes, open your mind
expand your horizons
seek and speak the truth
stop basking in the euphoria of the lies you’ve been fed or you’re being fed

i hear these people chanting power to the people
the power has always been with the people
hosea 4:6
i call it self-annihilation
thirst for knowledge
they’ll rather thirst after these lost ones
but it’s all love from this brother
i’ll rather just see you enlightened, illuminated and edifying others
getting your priorities right
less desirous of vain glory
and a couple of more things

“study the youth and you’ll see that the end is upon us”
study the ones in ‘power’ and you’ll see that the end has been upon us
they’ve got no vision; the people perishing with them
the power trip’s just fueling their self interest
that’s the wrong crest (it runs all the way down)
lay to rest and you might just be laid to rest
r.i.p to the ones (souls) in yobe
what we need is a revolution
old slaves; we been slaves
lets start with the mind

- c slake f tony michele

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