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How Have U Been

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Inspired by "war" from the Boss Bruce Springsteen.

A nocturnal, politically charged protest song that asks the recurring question “What is it good for?” and refuses easy answers. The lyrics trace the human cost of war—from televised normalization and hollow hero narratives to grieving families and commodified suffering—while alternating spoken‑word verses, rap, and a chantable chorus. The tone moves between moral outrage and mournful urgency, ending with a call to rebuild, choose differently, and measure loss by lives rather than ledger entries.

[Intro]
Voice through the ether: "What is it good for?" (repeat, modulated)

[Verse 1]
Sirens paint the morning in a ribbon of gray  
Kids learn to watch the war like it's a show on play  
Hands in pockets, eyes chasing cheap renown  
Propaganda sells the crown while hope slows down

[Pre‑Chorus]
Tell me what it brings when the streets begin to cry  
Tell me what it pays for all the fathers who die  
Every slogan comes wrapped in steel and lies  
Every promise signed in blood, where truth just dies

[Chorus]
War is no profit, only price you can't repay  
Hearts turned into market goods we pawn away  
No glory in the ashes, nothing in the dust  
Ask what remains when honor breaks to rust

[Verse 2]
Streetlamps leak their neon while the columns march and form  
Uniforms become the mask for a manufactured storm  
They sell it as the freedom that will keep the nation free  
But freedom sits at home while flags flutter on TV

[Interlude]
"What is it good for?" (echoing chant)

[Verse 3 / Rap]
I spit the chronicles on asphalt, ink mixed with gas  
Recruits packed into boxes, futures left in the past  
Heroes turned to numbers, ledger lines that never sleep  
Accounts balance suffering while someone counts the keep

[Bridge]
Chant: "What is it good for?" — the echo says the same  
Bass hits like a warning, rhythm calls the name  
Between the beats the question grows and won't relent  
The synth keeps asking why, the answer never sent

[Chorus — Variation]
War is no profit, only bills you cannot hide  
We pay with children’s futures, bury hope inside  
When language turns to ammo, who will hold your hand?  
When silence is the verdict, stand up, reclaim the land

[Breakdown — Spoken]
I know the faces wrapped in wood, the letters left unread  
I know the empty chairs and beds where love has bled  
Ask the mothers, ask the fathers, ask the child who prays  
Who profits from the killing when they tally up the days?

[Rap Outro]
We can choose a different route, build bridges, break the mold  
Reach hands across the ruins, turn new hearts from cold  
No hero is the one who shoots; the hero stays to heal  
Who stands within the rubble and remakes what is real

[Final Chorus — Call & Response]
War is no profit, only cost you cannot stall  
War is no profit, only sorrow for us all  
Hearts are not for trading, children are not price  
Raise your voice and tear away the banners of disguise

[Postlude]
Last chant: "What is it good for?" slowly fades away

What Is It Good For?

الدنيا قلت بركتها-سعيد الحلو

كلمات : محمد شكري
ألحان : مصطفى أبوزيد
توزيع و ميكساج : محمد عباس
ماستر : م/ ياسر أنور
إنتاج : دوارة للإنتاج الفني - أماني كامل

لتحميل الأغنية :
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كلمات الأغنية :
اللي بطل فجأة يسأل .. مش هيزعل .. لو من حسابك مرة شيلته
و اللي بين اسيب و ماسبش .. مش هيتفاجئ .. لما يلقاك انت سيبته
ليه تقدرهم و توفي ليه مفكرهم حبايبك ..
و هما مابيتكيفوش الا لما يشوفوا جرحك ..
ليه ماتبقاش زيهم و يبقى نفسك ثم نفسك .. 
و اوعى تدي امان لواحد الا لما تبان حقيقته ..

فيه ناس وجودها جنبك يخليك في انبساط ..
و ناس تانية في حياتك يدوب جزمة برباط ..
و ناس مابتتفهمشي ..
و ناس مابتتفهمشي ..
و ناس مابتتقلعشي .. و ناس تانية بحالات

خد في الواسع و اوعى تشاكل
و اما تصاحب صاحب راجل ..
خليك شوكه في زورهم و اوعى ..
تكون لقمه طريه بتتاكل ..

اوعى تاخدها في يوم على صدرك ..
و لا تخلي الدنيا تذلك ..
انت يا صاحبي برنس في نفسك ..
خليك على وضعك يا معلم ..
الناس اللي تمنها فلوس .. 
دول ببلاش و لا يستاهلوش ..
عايشينها مناظر و وشوش ..
اوعى تصدقهم و تسلم ..

متشقلبه الدنيا..سعيد الحلو

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