By Deep Shah
[Verse 1]
We think that this country is so wonderful
But there’s a lot happening around
Voting and devoting is not just dutiful
It’s time to really make a sound
[Rap]
The idea for this rap shit is buried under the fame
Getting busy and/or hitched while I remain wary with the same
But it ain't that easy with what religious separate names
And the only way to curse is by quoting Sacred Games
Sometimes it just feels like we're shooting with no aim
The one's who should be hung are getting cozy in a frame
Does your guilt outweigh you when you're standing on a scale?
Like she's flirting through the inbox, "Sorry you have got no mail(male)"
Things beginning to go south while the ice melts in north pole
Movies with plot holes, last breath in a pothole
In the battleground of unknown players, I'm stuck in a foxhole
Like a vegetarian on a high horse, "Woah, I'm on a pork roll"
This ain't really a song and it has got no music in it
Recycled beats and garbage words and we're all losing in it
Swiping left and right like clockwork, put some Kubrick in it
Shallow hearts and deep urges are not germane to Munich, innit?
Should I stick to the script or try to speak my mind?
All it takes is a cuss word to go above the fine line
And you find it fine at the crossroads getting fined
The crime doesn't matter, just check the person doing the sign
[Bridge]
The grass is not greener
But it’s mine to walk on
And if the land’s not cleaner
Why’d they die and fought on
[Verse 2]
Cause we believe this country is so beautiful
We reach the skies kissing on the ground
That black dot is a symbol on your cuticle
The truth will triumph and we won’t back down
[Outro]
We’re just some guys sitting in a cubicle
A model country and a modest town
Don’t test us we are sort of immovable
In this black world, we represent the brown
By Deep Shah
Awesome!