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The Art of Malaka

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  The Art of Malaka  Malaka (Rise Above 'Em) [Verse 1] Jealous cowards try to control! Mean-spirited cloth – cut from the same! Old comments rotting – fourteen years old! Doubling down – you got no shame! [Chorus] Malaka! Malaka! Special Greek word – for scum like you! Malaka! Malaka! Rise above! We're gonna rise above! Vile views – spreading hate and fear! Malaka! Malaka! We ain't taking it – no more! [Verse 2] Who’s next on the list? Indians? Greeks? Vietnamese? Women? Whose next to be cut? Major parties silent – lips sealed tight! Cowards in suits – hiding from the fight! [Chorus] Malaka! Malaka! Pauline and Cory – same rotten core! Malaka! Malaka! Ashamed? You should be ashamed! Hate, division, fear in the air! Malaka! Malaka! We’re calling it out – everywhere! [Bridge] Minorities marginalized – feeling the pain! Unheard, unrepresented – driven insane! This ain’t left or right – it’s decency! Common fucking decency! I’m angry – really bloody angry! How do you get away w...
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Celeste Darken Sensors

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Finding the way in is more difficult than finding your way out
Here in your still pond, fence in by social expectation.

The elites have secured fortitude
You cannot enter their world
Cultures of success are deterministic
Structures designated to transform have achieved little equality
Disillusion hope designed to maintain feed
The opportunity to purchase equality has been lost
It never had a chance

The fight is within
The fight is to know yourself

From the void can you emerge your essential self?
Is an aspect of the real you?

Your mechanical eye
Your emotional eye
Your knowing eye

The deadline is there.
It requires you to want to know yourself?
Are you worth knowing?





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