Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
imagine a world without problems
we live a stressless life, everything calm
no offended and no offender
no cases, courts are shut down
no crimes, no police, just empty jails
imagine there are no swindlers
trying to swindle the poor
imagine there is no poverty
and everybody is well fed
the rich give to the poor in a world of plenty and peace of mind
without worrying about possessions
just living out of decent money
imagine there is no politics
only transparency and civil rights
whatever you do, my god is a witness
imagine there is no racism, no boundaries between countries
no dark thoughts that lead you astray
no war and no jihad
we live in a sad world, it feels like hell
life is only a dream, this is what i mean
poverty and incarceration, issues between people
countries colonizing others, diseases and corruption
imagine there are no diseases running up our veins
no chemical suffocate us
no HIV and no cancer
we build a new life with a fresh air
imagine there is no dictator that takes away your land
and then humiliates you
no weapon and no ammunitions
and no George W Bush
imagine no one nourishes fear in our hearts
no one to mercilessly crash us down
imagine there is no persecution, no terrorism
we forget the past and become brothers again
imagine there is no victimized people by despotism and drug abuse
people who are paralyzed with debts
unable to float above the water
imagine there are no orphans whose parents are killed in the war
and buried under crumbled buildings, God bless Palestine
the poor want to become rich
the weak want to become powerful
he who lives in war wants peace
he who has problems wants serenity
to realize our dreams and ambitions
these are my dreams and the dreams of other people
no matter how things change and how life gets rough
our dreams are unforgettable
imagine there are no immigrants in foreign countries
constantly watched and spied on
envied because of success and lured into alcoholism
imagine no body worshiping the dollar
kissing feet to make a living
not knowing where to start
sitting against the wall, miserable and lame
living as a stranger in his own country
the enemy becomes a friend
the rich gamble and the poor meditate on their empty pockets
imagine there is no mother with a broken heart
watching her son bleed and agonize
a little kid with ambition, killed in the war
culprits will have to pay for it one day
imagine there is no hitler or sharon
no one to suck other people s blood with law on his side
no father losing his family
that s life, but there is god above for the victims
the martyr s souls are priceless.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Destruction (from the album "The Way I See It" coming 2008)
written by Triki & Shing02
produced and mixed by Range
lyrics:
DESTRUCTION
(translation)
Triki:
There is talking
People sharing stories
We talk about other people
We forget God is watching...
No mercy in our society
People always talking
Not seeing the reality
A father breaking his back
To provide for his family
Getting by pay check to pay check
Just to see the dollar
He works day and night
For his family to see the light
Time passes by
The clock is ticking
Then the father dies
Four children left behind
The mother must work
In order to provide
She cleans other homes
In order to survive
Her son is jobless
Life is hard
He tries to make money from scraps
Nothing can be done about it
No money for smokes or food
The store credit unpaid
This is life in the hood
He’s fed up with his poverty
All doors close in his face
He walks a dark path
There’s no money he doesn’t feel safe
All his dreams evaporate
He’s got no wishes left
I know life isn’t guaranteed
So my friend, don’t give up your hopes
Shing02:
Some things can never be undone,
Gotta keep moving forward...
So each plot unfolds
Both ways like
A swinger on a scale,
A short tale to tell
Full of misery or glory
Tapestry o’ life story
Is it all by design or by chance
You’ll see, so don’t ask
There’s a reason for the path
The joy and the wrath
To starve or break fast
Yo check the math
Before you go bust your ass
Paid dues on the streets or tuition fees
The real lesson learned hot like chili,
Too late for confession
Million dinar question is:
Whatcha gonna do with ya education?
When reality collides with your dreams and passion
When the cost outweighs the props you get from flashing
Bulbs in the face and you shade in fashion
It’s a double-edged sword of fortune and fame
’Tis a dangerous game and it’s hard to tame
You never know what goes on
Beneath the surface
If you did you might go insane
So before you play judge on another human being
Check yourself in the mirror
Might do a double-take like a fiend
Check yourself in the mirror
Might do a double-take like a fiend...
Triki:
Hold on let me finish my story
They’re talking about a girl
That she’s disrespectful and dirty
What they don’t know
Her father is gambling his money away
He loses on the table every day
He lost her future, too
He took her out of school
What he did isn’t cool
She’s now messing with the wrong people
They teach her smoking and drinking
She dates older men to get around,
Instead of taking the bus
She always wants more, nobody to trust
She parties too much
Night becomes day
She doesn’t care where she stays
Her vision fades
She doesn’t know between right or wrong
To make money, she sells herself
She no longer feels the strength
Like when she was young
She never listened
Now that she’s older,
She regrets what she’s missing
Her story would make you cry
Her beauty and youth have escaped
She’s hoping to bring back her past
So she can feel alive again
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