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eternal spring - charlie yama lyrics

[intro]
blowing up
like a dynamite clay
pray and leave those bones alone
replace with burnt rubble
struggle and hustle
complacently
fulfilled their tasks so fruitfully
when the time is ripe
confine their blind minds
what, you think they’ll fight
for their counterfeit rights?
they bruise easily
these yellow*skinned whites
so delight, entice
it’s the american way
praise their truths fastidiously
move ‘em remove ‘em studiously
remember to tell ‘em
long as it’s us they cling to
eternal spring we’ll bring ‘em to
[verse 1]
they got me reciting allegiance
to a treason made of seed and bomb
preaching every sunday
religion’s embalmed
got me laughing condemning
my own written name
playing games today
the exotic way
of an oriental clay
now, 6 lay dead
don’t tell me they’d
rather be remembered
for their carnal beds
tomorrow i’ll know my sorrow
but that’s yesterday’s ammo
now hang your head down
listen to this echo

[chorus]
they got me
they got me
dividing, breaking even
tied and cutting time
i got mine
[verse 2]
they got me walking on glass hills
blasting shut these steel mills
got me promising acceptance
cancelling repentance
dosed up sedating
made to swallow foreign pills
still, it’s here made a life
placate them diamond feet
condemning inches and inches
pitching my own measure
to a concrete yard today
don’t take no for
an answer to low blows
tomorrow blowing down this window
but that’s yesterday’s ammo
now hang your head down
listen to this echo

[chorus]
always been here
always been here
testing my patience
put my institution noose aside
i got mine
[verse 3]
they got me crawling hands and feet
planting trees on sidewalks
outclassing my alliance
tying refugees like livestock
got me smoking green greed
til i’m barely choking
broken like i was designed
to be repaired, realigned
hijacking my skin
all my life
loaded top to bottom
with them golden flakes
calculate my risk today
don’t make no waves
make no mistake
take it from me, you’ll know your sorrow
but that’s yesterday’s ammo
now hang your head down
listen to this echo

[chorus]
i’m just a p*wn
i’m just a p*wn
deliver me on consignment
throw away my lines
i got mine

[outro]
blowing up
like a dynamite clay
pray and leave those bones alone
replace with burnt rubble
struggle and hustle
complacently
fulfilled their tasks so fruitfully
when the time is ripe
confine their blind minds
what, you think they’ll fight
for their counterfeit rights?
they bruise easily
these yellow*skinned whites
so delight, entice
it’s the american way
praise their truths fastidiously
move ‘em remove ‘em studiously
remember to tell ‘em
long as it’s us they cling to
eternal spring we’ll bring to ‘em

- charlie yama lyrics

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