The Faces of Brutality
The face of brutality
They never worry about us
So we dont care about them
Cos our bloods are hotter
It our time yes it our generation
if I remain cold in this time
Push me up oh God
Cos the time is speaking
Thank God my generation is worried
Yes they need a life
You can see it in their eyes
Yes exactly on
The faces of brutality
The faces of brutality
Why must we be this far from life
Who is holding us back
Or are we the problems of ourselves
The world is changing
Every race for it own
Is obvious our minority Olds
In power don't know what the time
Says now
Guess they still do things their way
Thinking the world still belong
To them
Is obvious they cant see
What's coming
Is obvious they don't
see the message on
The faces of brutality
The faces of brutality
I hear the sounds of pain
I see the bloods of sorrows
I feel the cries for help
I touch the souls of the victims
I write for my generation
I have a message for the next generation
Stand up stand tall
Get out of your comfort zone
Confront all your challenges
Change all the changes you need
Don't be left behind
But leave a life behind
For the next generation to come
The blood of our ancestors
Also run in you
Let it speaks
So stand up stand tall
Be a moving train
Be unstoppable
Africa needs to stand again
Africa needs you to do it
And I believe In you all
Yes I believe in the African youth
Cos I can see the power
Boiling so hot through
The faces of brutality
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