Therapeutic.
written by :praCh
produce by : praCh / R.Delancey.
mujestic records
www.mujestic.com
DALAMA..." Memoirs of the Invisible War"
when my pen hits the pad, my ink of thought spills.
a real lyricist, i'm dead serious, like i'm writing a will.
and every time i'm in the booth,
i got something to prove,
its like my life is on the line, i got every thing to lose.
i know with each words, it open up old wounds.
but i want you to know, about the struggles i go through.
they ask me;
"praCh ly, can you move forward without looking back"?
you fool ! what type of question is that?
will they get away with murder?
what will the victim have to say?
when will justice be serve?
after the generation past away?
or may be never at all?
how come the UN is not involved?
and why is the U.S. so calm?
I mean, come on,
after all 'Dickson' did drop the bomb!
supply arms to the 'Khmer-ga-hom'
so they can do the dirty work.
war in Vietnam, fight the Viet-Kong,
then cover it up with dirt.
you ever heard of the mad man theory?
collateral damages?
murdering innocent people,
I call them; animals, savages.
are you listening? I know you can hear me!
the International system, nee to take responsibility.
corruption got the people cornered, no room to move.
i mean what his name him self is a former Khmer Rouge....Ooohhhh...
every time i'm in the booth,
i got something to prove,
its like my life is on the line,
i got every thing to lose. ( 3x )
it's like I'm a dead man walk'n, talk'n all this politics.
but its my right of speech, plus, some one got to say it!
every time there’s an election, there always tragedy.
bullets blows, bomb explosion, body counting casualty.
why you mad at me? I'm just speaking my mind.
the pain the agony. thats just truth design.
the crime of the century. nobody being charge.
they commit it, and they admit it,
and still living freely at large.
its hard for me to sleep,
I hear voices in my head.
the dead is talk'n to me, and this is what they said.
" our soul won't rest unless our death is avenged,
sorry to put this on your chess, but just listen.
its not hard at all if justice is beside us,
bring'em to the court of law,
and we'll prosecute these genocides
their not human, their animals, barbaric.
now translate our voice,
and put the message in your lyrics",
why me?
"we don't want to hear it, the spirit has chosen,
now through your music, you must expose them.
out in the open secretes they can't keep.
until we get our justice,
there'll never be peaCe ! "
every time i'm in the booth,
i got something to prove,
its like my life is on the line,
i got every thing to lose. ( 2x )
With this one, I'm digg'n into the grave pits.
even if it mean, wake'n up the angry sprits.
they ask me;
don't you fear it?
well it all depend,
the dark side of my head it,
I can hear it, they want revenge,
now how can I pretend, ignore their cries for help.
I'm only human man, and dam! i feel the guilt.
i dealt with so many problems,
over come so may obstacles.
but when it come to this, it seem so impossible.
now, how am I suppose, to help those who aint here.
now how am I suppose to talk to those, who don't care.
man, spare me the time, my mind about to pop !
justice and revenge, when its it gonna stop !
some stuck in time, struggle'n to get free.
search’n for some closure, its past due, I agree.
my words are weapons,
turning music into medicine. its....Therapeutic !
