Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Voices of the Voiceless, artist - LowKey. Album song Soundtrack to the Struggle..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mesopotamia
Song language: English
Voices of the Voiceless |
From West End to the West Bank |
I write righteous rhymes with my right and wrestle the devil with my left hand |
Never work for a Zionist, never been a yes man |
My art is like Rembrandt painting pictures of death camps |
The average person is allergic to the words of wisdom |
This is for everyone of Saddam’s Kurdish murder victims |
And all the pure souls that never had the chance to speak |
Truth pumps in my arteries and causes my heart to beat |
For soldiers haunted and tortured by guilty memories |
Who realised too late to reveal their real enemy |
It’s all dead wrong |
For every victim of racist persecution from Auschwitz to Hebron |
My words may sting cowards |
For people that were atomised by the Thermite in the Twin Towers |
Those living through the wars |
Ask me what I do this for |
Put the world in its place before it put you in yours |
(Singer — Rochelle Rose) |
What happens under darkness shall come to light |
Can’t silence us even though you try |
(Lowkey) |
You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless |
You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless |
(Singer — Rochelle Rose) |
Take our freedom, Can’t take our pride |
Come what may we will survive |
(Lowkey) |
You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless |
You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless |
Keep my third eye hidden under my New York fitted |
A crazy unmarried man that deserves to be committed |
The future is encrypted in my troubled lyrics |
Dream that I’ve been somewhere for weeks, then wake up in a couple minutes |
Sweat dripping with visions of population control |
Thoughts overflowing my world like the melting of the North Pole |
My people are targeted by military crack committees |
So I’m bucking at the feds like natives in Rapid City |
Reality savage, my words are like a riot in Paris |
The voice of the voiceless, that voice is social imbalance |
So stand strong or sit harder in your mental palace |
Blinded inside a Kingdom united to its old habits |
But now, Middle Passage coming, War Chant, African drumming |
Gatling gun humming |
Rapid fire mechanism, reckless living |
That checks the rhythm of perfectionism |
Slave condition |
While you’re singing God save the system |
(Singer — Rochelle Rose) |
What happens under darkness shall come to light |
Can’t silence us even though you try |
(Lowkey) |
You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless |
You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless |
(Singer — Rochelle Rose) |
Take our freedom, Can’t take our pride |
Come what may we will survive |
(Lowkey) |
You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless |
You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless |
Detain my body, but you can’t imprison my mind |
If it’s my time I’ll probably die with my fist in the sky |
These are the thoughts of a man who can’t escape from his coma |
Cries of a young virgin girl who got raped by them soldiers |
Birthing a screaming bastard, post colonial nation |
Subject to childhood diseases, famine, war and inflation |
Education molded you into your masters image |
And you forgot who the fuck you were before the war was finished |
You’re hearing the ghosts of Nagasaki, You’re hearing Hiroshima |
Beautiful babies being born with the weirdest features |
You might never see me in the charts |
But Inshallah my seed can see peace in Iraq |
But peace and freedom can never be given |
That’s historically forbidden, Cos only collision is the recipe |
Changing the course of destiny |
So I’m strapped with weaponry |
Cause the government don’t give a fuck about protecting me |
(Singer — Rochelle Rose) |
What happens under darkness shall come to light |
Can’t silence us even though you try |
(Lowkey) |
You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless |
You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless |
(Singer — Rochelle Rose) |
Take our freedom, Can’t take our pride |
Come what may we will survive |
(Lowkey) |
You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless |
You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless" |