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kolateral – boy feat. kartell’em, blkd كلمات اغاني

boy 1: boy ano, basketball!
boy 2: neknek mo, gabi na
boy 3: bakit, duwag ka?

[waiian]

sarap ng tulog ko so peaceful
may sumipa sa pinto may dalang mga pistol
cops wanna pop us like we’re pimples
but we’re people, repeat the ritual
kahit handang sumuko pinutok agad

pagkatutok yun ang utos ng pinuno
mga naka all black pati mask
pasensiya na pagnaka-olaps nanghoholdap talaga
naglalakad na nagsosocial media na tanga

pagkalike niya ng pic tinutukan ko na ng ice pick
napaihi sa mata amin na pati relo mong mainit sa mata
sabe niya kuya kakabili ko lang kanina
i don’t give a f-ck akin na
pamilya ko walang kakainin

kanin na inuulam sa asin
big-y mo na bago kita sapakin
pagkapera ‘lam ko na agad ang gagawin
doon na sa ‘di mahangin
mata lakas t-tig na

okay, magti-trip kakaiba kalas buo ng mga makina
yung pader ng kapitbahay laging humaharang sakin ah
tulog na sila pwede tong wasakin ah
syempre pagpasok gamit niyo akin na
watchlist at hitlist ay nasa isang pahina
nakahiga at basa na sa pula huli kong panaginip yun pala
1×1 ko lang naiwan sa ina
1×1 lang naiwan ko tangina

[sica]

hoy, boy, alam mo ba usap usapan samin
wag ka pakalat-kalat baka damputin ka sa ilalim
mahirap na pag na puwing ka
wag ka kakaba-kaba baka uling ka

kala mo lotto kung mamili ng p-n-lo
tumbang preso ang laro, ika’y pamato
sabi ko sayo wag ka pakalat kalat jan kase pag sinumpong ang kupal baka mapaglaruan

kapit sa patalim, galaw pailalim
umaasang maitawid ang gutom ko, gabi- gabi
kayod-kalabaw, di baleng ako’y uhaw
sardinas laman ng plato kahit dami ng ampao

ang naipon, madumi palad
pero malinis pag likom
baka nagkamali ka lang, nako hindi po
ako yon, biglang lang tinikom
ang labi, nagising katabi ko ginaw-ng hipon

bakit sa dami-dami, tanong ko lagi bakit
mag-ingat sa pag duro, ang nuno dilat palagi
pulupukutan ng hudas, mga sabik umarit
ako yung pawis pero parang sila yung naka gamit

narinig ko yung sirena, nako anjan na sila
naka suot ng asul pero may mantsa ng pula
kung ‘di mo pa ‘ko kilala, alyas silva nga pala
tinapon lang sa pasay, pero sa impyerno dinala

[ononymous]

tang inang pulis, ano ang aking kasalanan?
wag niyo nga ‘kong bino-boy, meron akong pangalan!
bakit yung iba napakilala ng husto?
hindi man lang ginalang ang aking pagiging tao

alyas “mata” ika daw ng inyo ngang tawagin
dahil naka tungo at masama tumingin
edad kwarentay-singko tulad ng iyong baril
kaya pinutok pagkat di agad nagpasiil

ano ba ang hawak niyong pruweba laban sa akin?
kung aking boses sa inyo’y pag sisinungaling
‘di naman manlalaban wala ‘kong patalaim
bakit ba ang hilig niyo mantrip diyan sa madilim

ni-magnakaw nga di ko kayang sikmurain
sa tingin niyo ba na kaya ko iyon gawin?
namalik-mata, hindi mo na akalain
kasalanan nga pala mapagkamalang adik

hindi ba tulak-tulak ang inyong tinitimbog
porket sa lansangan lang lumaki at nahubog
bakit pinapatay? pwede naman na ikulong
ang salot sa bayan, nasan nga ba’ng katarungan?

sa ng-yon ang hustisya ay nabibili
aking buhay ay sa inyo ko pa lilimusin
alipustahin, papaslangin niyo lang ang taong bayan
hindi ba kayo binabayaran?

[blkd]

boom! shock attack! tatlong boy na batak
na raw ang natutumba ng mga kupal na parak
sa may amin ’sang linggo, baka raw pagkalito
ani kap (what?) mukhang nakatumbok sa akin ‘to

animo, eenie meenie miney mo ang bira
mga may alyas na iisa, inisa-isa
basta ba’t matuluyan tunay na nakalista
damay-damay na, kahit pa, walang matira? (ha?)

tira-tirang pagkain, sira-sirang tirahan
may takot pang tirahin ng mga siga-sigaan
gawa-gaw-ng hidwaan dagdag sa mga pasakit
tulak ng kahirapan kaya napapagamit

bakit? trabahong atang sa ‘min kakayanin ba
ng puyat gutom na kataw-ng-lupang mainda?
hindi naman sa pagpapalusot
kabuhayan nga patayan na, patayan pa sagot?

kamalian ba’y maitatama ng kamalian?
mga mamamatay-adik adik sa kapangyarihan
bullets sa listahan, cash sa sobre
timbangan ng batas nawawala na sa korte

wala nang posas-posas, dapat na bang matodas
namamasada lang naman ng bente-kwatro oras
sobra na sila! kailangan nang mag-alsa…
balutan nang mag-anak malayo sa pangamba

————–english translation————–

boy 1: hey boy, let’s play basketball
boy 2: your -ss we will, it’s already night
boy 3: why, are you scared?

[waiian]
i was sleeping so good, so peacefully
when someone kicked the door down, packing pistols
cops wanna pop us like we’re pimples
but we’re people repeat the ritual
even if we surrender, they shoot us right away

sticking their guns in our faces, that’s the boss’s orders
wearing all black plus masks
sorry, but when you’re high it’s easy to stick up
those fools walking around looking at social media on their phones

when he liked a picture i held him up with an icepick
he p-ssed himself from his eyes
give me that, and that watch that’s so eye-catching
he said, brother, i just bought this today
i don’t give a f-ck. give it to me, my family got nothing to eat

just rice garnished with salt
give it to me before i hit you
when i get the cash i know just what to do
go somewhere without a breeze

eyes staring hard, okay i’ll be trippin
the high is different, i’ll be chopping up machine parts
my neighbor’s fence always gets in the way
they’re all asleep, now i can wreck it
of course when i slip in, your sh-t’s mine

the police watchlist and hitlist is the same page
now i’m flat on my back, my last dreams were wet with red
turns out, a 1×1 photo is all that i left my mom
all i left was a 1×1 photo, motherf-cker

[sica]

hoy, boy, do you know the gossip in our town?
don’t go running around, they just might pick you up from the bottom
take care not to get a speck in your eye
or the next thing you know you’re nothing but coal

it’s like the lottery, the way they pick winners
like the can-and-slipper game, and you’re the throwing p-wn
i told you don’t be running around because
if you’re not careful, those f-ckers might decide to play with you

clutching a knife’s blade in desperation
move quietly in the dark
hoping to ease my hunger each and every night
like a carabao on the plow, doesn’t matter if i’m thirsty
sardines on my plate even if the rice is stale

that has been saved, dirty palms
but my work is clean
you must be mistaken, no sir, it ain’t me
suddenly they gagged my mouth
woke up, the person beside me was headless (shrimp)

why me when there’s so many others, i always ask why
be careful who you point at, demons are always watching
surrounded by multiple iscariots itching to betray
i’m sweating but it’s like they’re the ones who smoked it

i hear the sirens, oh no, they’re here
wearing uniforms of blue but stained with red
if you don’t know my name yet, my nickname’s boy silva
they threw my corpse in pasay but dragged me off to h-ll

[ononymous]
motherf-cking cop, what’s my crime?
don’t call me boy, i have a name
how come the other targets were well known
but they didn’t even respect my humanity

my nickname’s ‘boy eye’, that’s how they know me supposedly
because my chin’s up and i’ll stare you down
my age is 45, just like your pistol
that’s why they shot me because i didn’t let myself be pinned down so easily

what proof do you have against me?
if everything i say is just lies
i didn’t fight back, i didn’t have a knife
why do you like trippin’ on us in the dark

i can’t even stomach stealing
do you think i can do this?
mistaken ident-ty, you wouldn’t think
it’s a crime to be taken for a drug addict

why are you targeting drug pushers
just because they grew up hardened on the streets?
why k!ll when you can jail
menace to society, where is justice?

justice can be bought these days
now i have to beg you for my life
degrading and slaying the people
aren’t you being paid for this?

[blkd]
boom! shock attack! three notorious boys
have already been k!lled by those f-cking cops
last week, it seems that there was some confusion
kap said (what?), that the cops might be looking for me

they target people like playing eenie-meenie-miney-mo
people with the same nicknames mowed down one-by-one
they’ll find their target no matter what
doesn’t matter if others get dragged in, even if there’s no one left (ha?)

we live scr-ps of food, in wrecked homes
now we fear running up against cops who throw their weight around
add a trumped-up war to our suffering
it’s the wages of poverty, that’s why they’ve allowed themselves to (be) use(d)

why? can the backbreaking jobs you leave us
be endured by sleep-deprived, hungry earthly flesh?
not to justify anything
but if earning a living is already a k!ller, why should k!lling be the answer?

can wrongs be righted by another wrong?
the addict-k!llers are addicted to power
bullets on the list, cash in the envelopes
the scales of justice have disappeared from the courts

no need for handcuffs, is it right to execute immediately?
when all we’re doing is working the streets for twenty-four hours
it’s too much! we need to revolt…
wrap it up, to take our loved ones away from all this terror

- kolateral

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