Yo…
Yo…
The world’s on fire, the past won’t let go,
Old men gripping power while the young die slow.
Lines been drawn; where do you stand?
Light or dark? Blood or sand?
Tyrants shake with their wrinkled hands,
Clutchin’ at a kingdom built on bones and brands.
Bullets rain down like a blackened sky,
But the war ain't stopped, and the truth still dies.
History’s a circle, death on repeat,
New pawns on the board, same gods we feed.
Flags get burned, but the chains stay tight,
While the weak get crushed in the dead of night.
This is the line in the sand; stand tall or kneel,
Blood in the rivers, war turns the wheel.
World divides, but the choice is real,
Light or dark; what’s the fate you seal?
Smoke in the sky, cities burn to the ground,
Kings in their castles never hear a sound.
They hold the past like a noose on the neck,
While the future gets buried under pain and debt.
Marchin’ through fire, but the echoes stay,
Ghosts of the fallen got a price to pay.
A thousand lies in the lips of a leader,
A thousand graves while the cold gets deeper.
They say it’s for peace, they say it’s for land,
But power’s a drug in a dead man’s hand.
The world ain’t broken; it’s built this way,
And the ones who resist get led to the grave.
This is the line in the sand; stand tall or kneel,
Blood in the rivers, war turns the wheel.
World divides, but the choice is real,
Light or dark; what’s the fate you seal?
Armies rise while the leaders hide,
Spilling the truth, but it’s laced with lies.
We pick a side, but the board is rigged,
While the rich stay fed and the poor get sick.
Dictators age but they never fall,
Clingin’ to the past with a rattled call.
Yo…
Yo…
The world’s on fire, the past won’t let go,
Old men gripping power while the young die slow.
Lines been drawn; where do you stand?
Light or dark? Blood or sand?
Yo…
Yo…
Yo…
Armies rise while the leaders hide,
Spilling the truth, but it’s laced with lies.
We pick a side, but the board is rigged,
While the rich stay fed and the poor get sick.
Yo…
Yo…
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