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Where the Love Go?

Updated: May 18

I see sirens flash, hear the guns blow. Five, four, three then the lights low, Another name etched in the cracked stone.

City on fire, but they still ice cold, Talking ‘bout peace, but the war been sold.

They print new laws, we print obits, Another young soul lost in the bullshit. Big man talk from the top of the tower, Still the gas too high, still the rent got power.

Mamas got tears, daddies got rage, Kids got phones, scrolling through pain. From Gaza to Chi, same blood on the street, Politicians lie, still we die for the eats.

Ain't no justice, just new ways to cheat, Ain't no peace, just police with the heat.

Five, four, three man, the hate grow. Ain't no uproar? Ain't no front row? Just more chalk lines, more lost souls.

They say "just vote," they say "stay woke," Meanwhile they laughing, stacking they notes.

Billionaires build while the streets erode, They sell us dreams, but they pay with bones.

Ayo, Mate, let the beat drop,

We ain't got much, just a voice that knock. We ain't got love, just the scars we got, But we still here, so the fight don't stop.

They say "just vote," they say "stay woke," Meanwhile they laughing, stacking they notes.

Billionaires build while the streets erode, They sell us dreams, but they pay with bones.

Ayo, Mate, let the beat drop, We ain't got much, just a voice that knock.

We ain't got love, just the scars we got, But we still here, so the fight don't stop.

 
 
 

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