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Artistas: MCs Pikachu e Nem JM
Música: ÁLBUM: ANDRÔMEDA | VIAGEM PARA OUTRA DIMENSÃO 🔮
Produção Musical: DJ Blakes
Ano: 2022
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ANDRÔMEDA | VIAGEM PARA OUTRA DIMENSÃO 🔮 | MCs Pikachu e Nem JM | DJ Blakes | Lançamento 2022

david was a working man
came here from a foriegn land
Raised inside a relief camp
Momma, never, made it, back
Got to, Cairo, in a, van
All he had were just his hands
dad's last name, n' a second chance
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
spent his years, in construction
Built a life, outta nuthin
dug the dirt, laid foundation
loved his church, loved his children
little Grace and newborn Comfort, 
prayed they'd always have their father
didn't happen
masked men grabbed him from his work and --

Back home, all alone,
wife n kids weren't in the know
learned it from a tv host
caught on tiktok video
masked ICE, on the road,
taken places undisclosed
laugh reacts on a fucking facebook post, so gross
So gross, so damn gross it is
How they treat these immigrants
Working for their dividends
mistreated by our government
deport, deport, deport legal americans
abort, abort, abort the orangest president

Preeti worked her doubles, 16 hours every night
Never got much rest but the money was alright
Sent it all back home to feed her mother more than rice
Stuck behind the screen across the seas that now divide
her from her brother as he risked his very life
to overthrow the nepotists who tried to run and hide
Now she gotta worry 'bout them proud boys down at ICE
Taking her from her daughter despite her 14th amendment rights

It's like we're back in Wilmington,
Red shirts, bigot coup,
Red hats, bigots too,
Cargo culting fascism
distracting us from classism
the racism, and grifting scum
who profit from abduction
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
this business makes them millions
Look who's buying, look who's building
look who's connected to the system
tradin dollars, tradin powers
every hour, like religion
Your cook's not in the kitchen
n your neighbor missed confession
cuz they now in that ICE detention

David and Preeti

In the corners, shadows grow long—
Time licks the wounds of forgotten gods,
And here, beneath the cracked mirror, I remember...

A thousand stories stitched together with cobwebs,
Hollow voices carved in the backs of broken chairs.
The whispers tell me I was once a king,
A ruler of nothing, buried in dust.

Feet, cold and restless, tread on the silence—
But there is no earth to touch, only smoke and stone.
The hands I held, once alive, are now ash in my mouth.
What did I drink, what did I swallow?
A history of decay wrapped in the skin of the now.

Hunger howls in the ribs of a fading star,
What path is there when the sun no longer stirs?
We dance in dark circles, forgetting the names of the dead—
And the clocks are broken, tick-tock-silence—
Losing the war we never fought.

This is the poetry of bones, etched on walls,
Fingers slip between them, tracing the lines of lost saints.
Where do they go, those who vanish in the dust?
They whisper, they scream—but it's the same silence that answers.

So I wait, arms outstretched, mouth open—
For something to crack, for the stars to fall—
But they don't, they won't. Not tonight.
The room breathes but it does not live.


This Is The Poetry Of Bones

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