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Desi Sultans
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#60,586 today
Peak #242
#38,639 in subgenre
Peak #116
Author
The Saint Beat By The Dictator
Rights
2010
Uploaded
February 14, 2010
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MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 4:59
Lyrics
three months back, without my family/
and only wima bags packed i tried to reach my destiny
it was meant to be a dream as it seemed but later/
reality had hit my nerves and left dreams shattered/
all alone i stood inbetween this mean scene which was BEING cleaned from blood/
uncountable casualities, body's lien/ red sirens/ people crying for lost ones/
time turning ungrossed turns/young holding the shot guns/ no other options/
god where m i stuck? where m i at? where m i going/
thought one day il come back home famous n settled to see my lil sister grwing/
buh here this heat is blowing/ screams echoing/ blood flowing/ everyone showing /
rage f*** it i ain scared cuz i still remember promises i made/
come whatever my way, whatever b fate,i know i wasnt prepared, n now im trapped
left my home for bombay n got stuck in this mob attack/
the whole block is packed/ buh whoz behind this act? no one knows/
and media will act a puppet till one of their own goes/
whoz killing us? no one knows?
whoz killing this nation? no one knows?
who killed us in 84? no one knows
who killed in ayodhya riots? no one knows, no one knows
who killed us in bombay riots? no one knows
who killed us gujarat? no one knows
who killed us in bengal? no one knows
then its time that you wake up now
cz when one of ur own will go n then also no one will know.
hundreds of people running, we all innocent then who the f*** is cunning/
whoz throwing these stones, whoz killing their own, y is erything burning?
so many souls are turning/from life to death,tryng the best, y ain the cops coming/
whoze holding them back from charging these demons n puttin them under arrest/
who the heck divided our nation from one united land into a number of nests/
a blunder in depth cz every tiwarinelected is just another plunger in sex/
humble requests were never a part , its develish art in devils who are ready to melt our lives/
now im running with children,mother,fathers and others finding a possible shelter to hide/
i cant see no light, i just hear these cries mixed with profound sound of gun shots/
tick tick tick its the sound of bomb clocks n suddenly this girl screemed up her lungs out/
one of the masked man hears her scream n starts to run accross the road with full speed/
wuth his steps the distance between him n me starts to decrease as he acclerates more to reach/
and even before we could rush,across a bus,he aim and throws at us a glass bottle of burning gas/
it seemslifes turning to last, my time running too fast,prsent turning to past afta that blast/
whoz killing us? no one knows?
whoz killing this nation? no one knows?
who killed us in 84? no one knows
who killed in ayodhya riots? no one knows, no one knows
who killed us in bombay riots? no one knows
who killed us gujarat? no one knows
who killed us in bengal? no one knows
then its time that you wake up now
cz when one of ur own will go n then also no one will know.
one second passed and our destiny changed/
we all separated losing the grip we held in our hands/
flat down on the ground and bleeding, i laid on the sand,
seeing the lil girl breathing her last, i couldnt understand, how?
dwelled in our land this ill sick politics was fed in our men/
death is their plan, which they formulate bloody under their hands/
buh ima advance where very rare have gone to get up and grab up that chance/
so i gather my rage and courage, stand up to face these fukheads/
these swords, these bullets, these stones, these racial criminals, these politicians/
who killing their own on the name of religion, so i pick up this gun, put it on tha back/
of my hand and make up my decision/my vision has never been clear/
as i steer towards that old queer leader who vanished the peace of this air/
ur son could not be there mom im sorry cuz i wont b able to take up all that love and care/
i swear for what im goin to do, sister i would not be able to see you all through after i s
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