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jungle emcee - drops in the dust كلمات أغنية

experts warn that by 2030, india may face a severe water crisis…

“pollution’s the parasite, pipelines ain’t pristine…”

[verse 1]

hydro_logic paradox, rivers runnin’ toxic
chemtrails in the skies, while the wells feel caustic
sacred ganges grieves, industrial squeeze
floatin’ floral prayers with petroleum disease

pipe dreams in puddles, chlorinated hustle
villages tussle, draw straws in mud tussle
steel plants leech like leeches in lawless reaches
bleachin’ bеaches, bleachin’ preachеrs’ speeches

spit flame like solar rays on solar cookers
kids playin’ cricket where the water crooks were
desert blooms where the data dooms
diggin’ borewells deeper, still no monsoon

[hook]

drops in the dust, where the rivers rust
faith in the flood but the pipelines bust
sacred streams now schemes for schemes
dreams dry up in industrial beams

[verse 2]

aquifer apocalypse, bottled lies in plastic lips
corporate contracts colonize the city sips
thirst traps in tap maps, aqueducts hacked
tankers sell salvation, black gold exact

choked in the chokehold of smog_sl!cked skies
breathe in the brine, see the sewage rise
microbeads floatin’ in a chai cup swirl
while the slum kid sketches a drought_struck world

rain dances ghosted, harvest hopes roasted
crops curl up like scriptures left toasted
they sell us scarcity wrapped in a scheme
while ceos sip on himalayan streams

[bridge]

caste and class carve c_n_ls unseen
politics pollute what the prayers can’t clean
a bottle costs more than bread in drought
truth evaporates while they reroute clout

[verse 3]

mad flows in this monsoon mythos
where myths meet moss and moss meets mythos
dams d_mn dharma, rivers wear armor
no karma when the crops scream “no farmer.”

blue gold wars in boardroom cores
where policy’s porous and profit soars
we chant mantras while they chart data
climate’s the crime, but the cause? spectators

from chennai to chandigarh, taps talk famine
but the rich bathe thrice, guiltless in granite
so i spit with the grit of a cracked c_n_l
bars flood the land like a poet’s morale

“each drop’s a prayer, every breath—borrowed
no river runs free where tomorrow’s sorrowed.”

- jungle emcee

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