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Living on Pollution
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Lyrically raw, socially conscious fusion-pop; From hot, sensual club tracks to heart-felt acoustic sounds; Tokyo nightlife meets Vancouver chill
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Genre
R&B • R&B/Soul/Pop
Charts
Peak #30
Peak in subgenre #20
Author
Rose Beach
Rights
2006
Uploaded
July 29, 2007
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:29
Lyrics
My flow is alone on it's own like a rose on the beach when I'm writing the poems Alone in the street while I fight for the throne, no matter where I go I return the the zone I left when I took that breath and you can't fear death when you take that step I strive for the best 'till I'm in a grave and I lay with the rest Of the people deceitful or not, no motion I brought the breeze to a stop Slow roasting of a fire so hot, my tongue burns every time the clever word drop Drop that phone when you know it's your own They drop from earth like their own rebirth Drop 9/11 from the sky, he drifts to the sea like a tsunami Dropping bombs on those who cross us, no compassion for their losses Growing from minds are the minds of kindness, into stolen land roots living on pollution Still young and I miss my youth, never tell lies if you miss the truth Don't trust everything you see in the media, can't digest the bullshit they been feeding ya' Use talent to your advantage and make sure that your whole life is balanced It's challenging I know, but take a step in the right direction and go Ain't nothing but a forward motion, this choice is yours and the door is open This point of view is mine and mine alone, I'm no longer young I find myself grown Growing up a woman able, what I cherish is my label Live in patriotic illness, the weak we gladly will wish Dropping bombs on those who cross us no compassion for their losses This world feels quite unstable, natural disasters have turned the tables, Natural resourced led to a war, how many died or how many more can we lose Population abuse is all across earth, is this what life's worth It makes my mind hurt when I think of the pain Praying for the sun while I wait in the rain Rain uranium down on us, golden temples won't protect us Fill your quota with a clear-cut, poverty is just a mirror but Drop that phone when you know it's your own They drop from earth from their own rebirth Drop 9/11 from the sky, he drifts to the sea like a tsunami Dropping bombs on those who cross us, no compassion for their losses
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