[Arun Ditha]
They told me
That it was always done that way
They told me
That things
Were always gonna be the same
They told me
The story’s already written
They told me
There is no changing anything
They told me…
The blood rushes gushes out the holy stencil
Written on my head not in pencil
I never brought my prayers up to a temple
தலைஎழுத்து - tell me who I am?
தலைஎழுத்து - tell me who I am?
தலைஎழுத்து - tell me who I am?
தலைஎழுத்து - tell me who I am?
தலைஎழுத்து - tеll me who I am?
The blood rushes gushеs out the holy stencil
Written on my head and it’s not in pencil
I never brought my prayers up to a temple
தலைஎழுத்து - tell me who I am?
If everyone sees it then I’m going mental
And destiny ain’t nothing but a porn credential
Fate is something of a daily wrestle
தலைஎழுத்து - tell me who I am?
And God ain’t nothing but an empty vessel
If you know the truth why keep it confidential
What happens to me - inconsequential
தலைஎழுத்து - tell me who I am?
[Arun Ditha]
This is where I came from but I don’t wanna get lost out there (out there)
In the spaces where my memories live on borrowed air, (breathe, breathe)
See the stories been pounding, alive inside my blood
Hostage to history, reaching through the flood
My mind is the medicine searching for a vein while
Looking for the answers, waiting for my name
To call me
The bloodline disrupter
I lived it
But now it is over
I fall through
The hourglass into
The arms of my ancestors
Wanna honour what the lineage is
Written on my forehead, uprising - uprising
Through the sketches of the past
My future lines forming - forming
Sweat equity you wouldn’t know it
Courses through my blood don’t hope it don’t overflow
The inequity
They feed on our families so their family’s family’s family family’s families live comfortably
It’s a con this concept of race harmony
This concert of fragility, it’s comedy democracy
Manufactured, distraction
Blood banks, and abortions
We the orphans divorcing
Destiny from distortion
So when you bite your tongue - I hope it cuts it bleeds
And it tastes like - the guilt from the greed
Know the blood that’s spilt - it will sow the seeds
And what’s the fuck’s the point of getting a degree
And what’s the fuck’s the point of a HDB
Ashes of my uncles up in the sea
Every generational curse that I flee
Sounds so perverse in .mp3
[Arun Ditha]
My body is the record, my genome is a church
I’m looking for the tools I used to build this hurt
These inside visions, taking the control of my
Inside fissions, searching for the whole of
My identity, don’t need to be my gravity
Here comes the effigy
Of everything that happened to me yeah
Home for my hands, home for my hands
Here comes the effigy
Of everything that happened to me yeah
Home for my hands, home for my hands
Home for my hands, home for my hands
Home for my hands, home for my hands