Foreign Beggars - Where Did The Sun Go? lyrics

[Hook] x 2 Quiet nights of quiet stars The quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us [Verse 1: Anik] Ayo, where did the sun go? Erased by the cars Abghas, Haze and gun smoke Through the rain as I speak my bars The light of the streets delete the stars The air that we breathe is poison and People wear fake tan to avoid the sun Like a demon child that destroys it's mum Eaten up from the inside like horsemen from Troy My lungs are jet black and cancerous Gasoline, nicotine and Ganja spliffs Damage is done like when arms handlers Had me praying for change like a thousand mantises Pursue goodness and loot the righteous Dark circling computer nightmares We cruise lightyears Recruiting the future fighters [Hook] [Verse 2] I write the sickest raps that bring it back to the natural elements Iller than twisted cats with twenty kids in backward settlements Settling for less than ten pence for a day's wage It's this rap game's baiter than ancient ways of racial hatred With thoughts contagiously spawning new waves of anger Damaging innocent minds that wanna rhyme 'cos they're none the wiser I flow more than two rival tides in a violent ocean Riding the undercurrents of bodies writhing in tribal motion Survive on the vital potion Liquid swords of frozen soul food Holding the pole position only stroll with wholly bold few But I'm sure by the rise of the next cycle we'll be forgotten Confided in dry tears by the wayside with mind's rotten Fight for the common cause in the plight for the defiant brother Whose only hope to find soul is in a bottle or a lonely gutter If only truths were uttered every time our mouths were open We'd be halfway to the promised land with the vision of cowards broken [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm a starving artist who harnessed the force of the beat I talk to my peeps who walk in their sleep Through dimly lit Victorian streets Where the law of the beasts is enforced by police Ignoring the shrieks and silent screams Violent scenes, grey smog hides sun's vibrant beams Tyrants seek to make loot in grey suits Caught in the same loop but can't break loose The hate the hate produced takes root, shapes youths And grows into Billie Holiday's strange fruit The rotten apple he picked from the trees The sick and diseased To it's pips and it's seeds The wickedest fiends Trick and deceive The victims bereaved Mans are addicted to greed But wealth corrupts Til you self-destruct Our target is to uplift and help you up What [Hook]