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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Between Peaks and Valleys: A Journey Within
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We march forward.
We march forward.
Each step stirs dust into the air—still, unmoving, heavy air.
Our silhouettes stretch long, etched across twilight mountains.
The sun—neither fully risen nor set—pauses, and hovers.
A witness. A silent guardian. Beginnings and endings, both here and distant.
Between peaks, between valleys, we walk.
We move together, but alone. Each of us.
Each step is ours, yet shared.
No words, no destination. No destination is spoken aloud.
We are suspended. Suspended in transit,
where time unravels, where place dissolves, where movement lingers, without end.
This space—this space between past and future—
This is the place. This is the sacred space.
Each step is an act of faith. Each step is a leap into the unknown.
The mountain pulls at us—its shadow reaching, grasping, holding.
But light pulls, too. Light on the horizon, a promise. A call we cannot ignore.
The burden we carry is more than we thought.
It is more than weight. It is more than distance.
Unanswered questions. Deferred dreams. The hope—hope of arrival.
Courage leads us forward. Our courage.
A beacon in the twilight. We move forward. We must move forward.
Step by step. Together. But alone.
We climb the ridges of possibility.
We descend into valleys of doubt.
And each step—each step—is a silent mantra:
Keep moving. Keep moving. This, too, is part of becoming.
The journey is not through mountains alone.
It is not across valleys alone.
The journey is within. The journey is through us—shifting, moulding,
changing, just as the terrain shifts and moulds beneath us.
At this threshold, we are neither lost nor found.
We are becoming.
We walk in the in-between. Here, in the middle of it all.
And so we walk. And so we walk. Not toward a place,
but toward becoming.
Each step whispers, “Here we are. Here we are. In the middle.
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