Another mother joins the sorority of sorrow

As another son doesn't live to see tomorrow

Seems like our freedom is borrowed, it’s leased

So rise in power as they Rest In Peace

Rifle salutes

The sound of stifled youth

A fatal pursuit, another life that we lose

The trial will probably be a denial of the truth

It's idle in the news till idols in the news

There’s a price of a city I’m not willing to pay

Crisis my city - made a killing today

Close my eyes it don’t fade away

Realize it’s just another day

Price of my city I’m not willing to pay

Crisis my city made a killing today

Close my eyes it don’t fade away...

Real lies...

Conscript is a con script

A script we must flip, a lie it’s a trick

We losing men in peacetime no conflict

We shackled to tradition, all convicts

We got contracts, we got concerts

We got con men in the press conference

We got coffins, and no conscience

And change won’t come with comments

So…

We need policy - not apologies

By authorities who throw dollar fees

We got problems see

My ideology

Is that we treat our sons like prodigies

Stop sending them

Stop sending them

Stop sending them

I’ve been tallying up the the death toll

Necro-numerals

Of military funerals

The net go hysterical

Then it’s business as usual

Also

Fuck these rappers talking about bookout day

You better lookout dey, cos people out here dying

While you taking money from MINDEF you mouthpiece

Brace yourself it’s a COOKOUT day

The wars we fight in proxy for our minds

Keep the results of autopsy

Obviously

To your

Posse of paper generals

Camouflaged in a code of silence

I need a clarifying act of violence

I need some leaders on this island

I think we need a new alliance

We need prisoners running the asylum

As flags fly half mast

And we repeat mistakes of past…

I re-write the passages of your rituals and rites of passages

These deaths in vain, rage coursing through my veins

Even our lives they have eminent domain

This is state propaganda, if you take a proper gander

Unnecessary graves, within lines gerrymandered

What kind of nation have we become?

Another mother’s tears grieving over her son