Name: Flash Back by G_nomado
Duration: 3 min 8 s
Description: School

D.A.Y.$

旅路

FEEL SO GOOD

Prod. Pieper Beats


_verse1_
Good  morning サンシャイン お日様
7am 起きたらシャワー

太陽浴びに隅田川 散歩
ここは北区の王子 東京

なにしようかな今日 
なんでもある東京
でも形だけ 掴まないと何も無い よ

毎日が人生 毎日が新鮮
2度はない今日 
今を生きよう

君はまだ夢の中
もう来てるよ朝
時間が勿体ないよ
飛び出せ今

_hook_
まだsleepy 眠りが足りないぜ
でもスッキリしたフリで過ごせ
まだスッピンなら早く済ませて
はよ出勤しないと遅れちゃうぜ

_verse2_
たまに身体が動かないときも
イヤイヤでも動けば動くよ

これはフローだぜ 言葉の抑揚
過去に囚われてんな クヨクヨ

要は気を張りすぎないこと
伸びた弦は直ぐ切れる 弓のよう

俺は気の抜き方を知ってる
だからお前の心も射抜ける

GRWM

MRE/Guntrack(adam west high school"Remix")

CHANGE  beats by NK

Flash Back

GANJA TUNE

Everyone is a bastard in disguise when they let happen to others what they would never accept for themselves.

There is a moment—always a moment—when the flames first flicker and the silence still has time to scream. It’s in that moment that history makes its quietest sound, before it starts marching.

Look closely at this photograph. The fire is bright, but it isn’t just paper burning. It’s books, yes. But also names. Memories. Dignities. Ideas that dared to breathe. The hands raised in salute are not only pledging allegiance. They are surrendering their own judgment, one limb at a time.

The men in the front believe they are doing good. The crowd behind believes it too—or simply finds it easier not to believe anything at all.

History isn’t always made by monsters. Most times, it’s made by neighbors. By people who just wanted to keep their heads down. By those who said, “It’s not my problem.” By bureaucrats with tidy desks, and teachers who skipped a chapter, and clergy who nodded in silence.

All of them had somewhere else to be. Somewhere to hide. Somewhere to pretend.

Where were you?

This question isn’t for the past. It’s for right now. Every time we let our governments cage children, or watch refugees drown while holding smartphones, or scroll past a genocide dressed as “complex geopolitics,” we replay that moment. The fire flickers. The silence hums.

“Never again” is a promise built on the corpses of those we ignored. And yet, again and again, we fail it. Not out of evil, but out of ease. Out of comfort. Out of the silent conviction that the worst things only happen far away—to other people.

Where have you been?

If the answer is: “I didn’t know,” then maybe ask yourself why you didn’t want to.

Because the real horror is not that atrocities are committed. The real horror is that they are allowed.

By people who, just like us, thought they were on the right side.



Where have you been?

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