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To Strain
01:28
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Face to face with the reflection
Face to face with the world; hold your head up high
Even if you find yourself, with your back up against the wall
We cannot dishonour
All of the sacrifices, and the promises
That have led to this
Our mission
Our choice to strain
Pushing up against the constraint
When it comes to this, have no restraint
Always decide to remain
Loyal to our choice to…
Screen out the insincere
And never lose sight, of what keeps you grounded
Try to conceptualise, the hopes of your youth, your passion, and your sense of self
As the path may not have signs
The decision is in your discretion
Just remember that there is no turning around
From our mission, our choice
…to strain
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Profiled
02:32
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My skin is brown; got a scruffy beard
One glance at me, and some people get scared
It’s not a bomb; It’s just my beer belly
Sittin’ by myself; pen in my hand
Stupid people think I’m writing terrorist plans
Yuh hadda chill hoss!; I’m just doing homework
Side of the road; I’m waiting on the bus
The cops pat me down cuz they think I’m selling drugs
“What’s in your pocket son?”; Officer it’s just a snack!
Then on the bus; I take a seat
But everyone moves away suspiciously
What’s up with that? I thought I bathed today!
I get profiled, wherever I go
Just what I did wrong, I suppose I’ll never really know
I guess I’m guilty of just being me...
I see a stranger, I smile and say “good day!”
They check their pockets, and then scamper away
Oh never mind! I was just being polite!
Then at a store, somewhere downtown
The security guard starts following me around
Cuz’ its obvious, I must be shoplifting!
I get profiled, wherever I go
Just what I did wrong, I tell you I don’t really know
I guess I’m guilty of just being me...
I get profiled, when I leave my house
I never really understand what it’s all about
I wonder why can’t they just leave me be?
There’s no excuse for ignorance!
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Bun Down Alles
00:53
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Sitting in the same spot yet another time
It’s a familiar sentiment that I’ve felt so many times before
An emotional sensation, in between inspiration
And feeling absolutely overwhelmed
I wanna bun down everything that’s around
And maybe even do it without making a sound
I wanna bun down everything that’s renowned
Cuz I don’t know how else to react
The modesty of the situation gets you in the end
It’s the youthful spirit whose anger never seems to dissipate
We’re on a non-linear path, and we’re heading for the trash
As it melts into a blurry encore, cuz I really wanna…
…bun down everything that’s around
And maybe even do it without making a sound
I wanna bun down everything that’s renowned
Even though I know it’s all abstract
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Fair Winds
01:26
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All hands on deck; this vessel is setting sail
We’ve prepared for years; to confront our fears
As the shoreline gets distant, just a reflection of sunlight in the ocean tides
The horizon never seemed closer; Fair winds and following seas
But will we go on to regret?
It’s too late; the course is already set
As long as this ship is intact, we shall steer further
And when the storm windows back home are shut
We venture into the unknown
And maybe the crew may change, and the memories might fade
But if we swim back now, we will drown
So nah! We cannot regret (this voyage we have taken)
We must go on to accept (this craft anchors everywhere)
The question is now where do we go?
But like dai’z just asking answers
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Harbour Tides
02:06
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Bloody hands and calloused feet
Tired faces all worn out
Simple pleasures that go nowhere
This is what we have become
Overbearing daily tasks
Steel-tipped smiles and shattered glass
Massive structures tower above
This place is all you know
So throw the wrench
Black cat emblem
Seize the means
Do not cross the picket line because
This time around, we are obliged to stay and stand our ground
What the fuck are you talking about?
The words you speak - they make no sense
The clouds seem greyer than before
Your assumptions they do not hold here
Some ropes need to be rewound
Before they can tie anything down
Scrape the mud from off your shoes
There’s no noise in the engine room
So sabotage
Then reconstruct it
Burn the flag
For every oppressed body
This time around, we are obliged to stay and stand our ground
This time around, no compromise
We stay and stand our ground
Steadfast, Unified; Proud to swim against the tide
Ballern!
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