[Chorus – Older Jamaican male, raspy whiskey voice; soulful, epic, emotional, imperfect English, NOT reggae] All the misery they endure, why didn’t we do anything at all, You’re not broken, beaten down, follow your conscience turn around. They can’t see us through teary eyes, There’s only silence when they cry. [Verse 1 – Rap, raspy American male voice; soulful, emotional, slow rap with guilt and conscience, adult man] I close my eyes to the carnage I scroll past, Chasin’ the next kick, knowin’ the buzz won’t last. Children bleed while you feed on your pride, Conscience calls, but we still try to hide. We built kingdoms on plastic and pain, Look away when bombs fall like rain. With new sneakers I play dice, Silence is the devil in disguise, They cry Abba, but no reply, We're busy chasin’ heaven in a bottle till we die. Ignored the war drum, deaf to the poor ones, done, Guilt’s heavy like a loaded gun. [Chorus – Older Jamaican male, raspy whiskey voice; soulful, epic, emotional, imperfect English, NOT reggae] All the misery they endure, why didn’t we do anything at all, You’re not broken, beaten down, follow your conscience turn around. They can’t see us through teary eyes, There’s only silence when they cry. [Verse 2 – Rap, raspy American male voice; soulful, emotional, slow rap with guilt and conscience, adult man] We got misery live on TV, places you’ve never seen,places nobody wonna be. We got little girls neglected, forgotten, and groomed, The suits knew, in silence innocence was doomed. Drugged, sold and branded, The devil’s pentagram ,telegram from Rotherham, Neglected, forgotten,damned, Decades of deaf ears, They did nothing, out of their own fears. No response, no action, just neglected tears. Can you believe their lies? 40 years ,No sentences, no trials, Just Silence and dark lullabies, We walk in the night with shades, Hiding our eyes and pointin’ the blame ,suits without shame, We see new releases of kids in pieces, Palestine hunger and diseases, Terror and victims, world leaders mental illness, And you look sharp in your new dress, Fake news apparently headline the press, War is good business, but the rent ?,that’s stress. Dont worry, you’ll be fine, Not if you’re neglected, Or hungry in Palestine, With bloodstains and no were to fly ,rest in peace Humanity took suicide, done , Guilt’s heavy like a loaded gun. [Outro – Chorus repeat fade out, older Jamaican male voice; raspy, soulful, epic, emotional, imperfect English, NOT reggae; layered with Nasheed instrumental for desert/atmosphere] All the misery they endure, why didn’t we do anything at all, You’re not broken, beaten down, follow your conscience turn around.
