:: REAL VOICE ::

I have been through these streets before The streets of misery, pain and woe It is Fate, says my brother Joe Controlled by the Gods we know Gods have been gone for long Leaving us with the right and wrong Some of us play the God's role Life on earth they try to control To stop the rain and make it shine To control your very life and mine Justice is the right of the might Holds true every day and night A child abandoned, woman raped They are weak and that's their fate Fate, destiny or what so ever The women always deserve better A daughter, a sister, a mother How anyone sane could hurt her? Why do we fail to react and respond? When a crime goes unpunished… Morality, Ethics and Principles Vanished with all the Values This street is much too familiar There is the woman at the corner Waiting for the rich customer We made a whore out of a daughter When born, she was a daughter Life has been too cruel to her She sells, to feed her daughter Though a whore, she is a mother The shameles...

I am filled with sorrow so profound That no tears could ever release it Li'll one, all I can give you is my emotions My tears, trust, friendship and love I do feel guilty, for I am a man And this world is run by brute strength Baby, I am tainted by that ghastly act Guilty I am, ‘cause I failed to save This world and you from being raped The price we pay for chasing success As we forget what fulfillment is all about I know you never asked to be raped You think that you lost what you held so dear Baby, forgive this world, for Jesus did The pain I feel in my soul and in every bone And no words can ever explain the shame My dear friend, you are the victim of a culture That has no roots and hence cultureless In a world where chicken is just dead meat And never a living thing that died for us to eat Where freedom is an expression of the might Those three monsters were free to rape And Gods stood paralysed, mute and helpless 'Women' to many are a 'holesome' pleasure Not a ...

Home is where my love is Tired legs will take me home My shadow grows ever long As the sun goes slowly down Night falls and I lose my shadow I realize that I am all alone The light of love is in my soul It keeps me warm and guides me home Can't even touch my own destiny Destiny, is too far away from me Civilization, culture and governments Faith, free market and establishment First world and the third world We all live and die in a forlorn world Spirituality in the "land of the free" Is a pathetic apology for material greed Guns and cancer-sticks at the school Vengeance and Salvation through religion I spare a thought for the fallen leaves That crumbles underneath my feet I have to walk through the mine fields And swim across the bloody rivers My tired legs will take me home For there waits my true love

We live and die Behind walls Big and small Low and high Weak and strong Short and long. Border Boundary Country Family Company Religion Culture Race Ours and yours I You Us Them A wall in between Mistrust Suspicion Treason Envy Deceit Hatred Behind the wall Walls divide Makes us blind Makes us kill Love and Respect Honor and Trust Always trapped Behind the wall What is mine? What is yours? It is life Mine and yours We the Living One World Mother Nature To hold on to No Wall No War No Killing People Living No Nukes No Guns No defence deals No Mines Everything fine No Famine No Profit No Loss No Rich No Poor Just Happiness all around Pure Bliss Freedom Liberty Mobility Equality Free to live Free from Walls We know it all The Berlin Wall Symbol of the Cold War With its Fall We all smiled Still there are Too many Walls Seen and Unseen Invisible in our hearts Time and Tide Waits for None Why do we wait… For it to be done History of Agony Present not an Ideal Gift Future in Our Hands Gods ar...

I saw them burning, homes and dreams No one heard the Balkan's scream. Kosovo burned, Belgrade bombed, They made a mock of the Balkan soul. They gave a damn to the human soul, They wanted their own faith to win. Their faith of God, made them kill, In the name of God, the world still burns. There is no God or any Devil, It is the 'holy word,' that kills. There is no hell or heaven, If you reckon, eight follows seven. They still sell you an American dream, A world where you are always free. Free to sell and free to buy, A dream, only the rich can buy. The human soul is never free, When money and power is all you seek. A price for love, a price for life, You fail to hear the human's cry. The topless blonde on the billboard smiles That's "Human Liberty", American style. Kids are free to carry guns to school, They kill each other, and say "it’s cool". They always fight, black or white, I see them die, I see them cry. No one cares to see the 'wicke...