Promoe - Long Sleeves In The Summer lyrics

Bang the piano squeeze the
Beat out the drummer
This ain't your average hiphop
It got no keys to the hummer no prostitutes
Glocks that shoot it deals with the younger
Generation on medication to shut out
The sleeping and hunger
She needs the pain - her weary
Arms need to get number
Scarred so bad she's wearing long
Sleeves in the summer
People wouldn't know what to say so
She feels she should cover
The shame inflicted by livin in
The greediest culture man
Who wouldn't be disgusted by all
The meat and the butter?
You could say she's reluctant to
Eat cus her mother
It wouldn't be the whole truth gotta
Dig deep in the under
People fail to realise what I
Speak on when I utter:

Generation after generation are
Being sacrificed, are being sacrificed
Slaughtered on the altar of a massive lie
Of a massive lie

Play the piano for the innocent children
Growing up being bombarded with
An image of women so sick and twisted and
It's mirrored within them
Because we're celebrating death as the
Ideal way of living
It's so backwards round here -
Man I ain't even kiddin'
She's trapped in her body tryin to
Fly out from her prison
Too close to the sun quickly brought
Back to the harsh reality
Burned by the cold fire
Of this world's mentality
Father could you tell me why
She's starvin herself please
Tell me why she's so hard on herself she's
Walkin this earth wearin the
Scars of our hell carved in the flesh of her
Arms and what next?
I don't know what good talkin will do
And if puttm her pain in a song will help
But, I can't go on cus the words
Gettin blurred in front of my eyes
As the teal's start to burn this
Ain't a song it's a cry

For generations after generations that
Are being sacrificed, are being sacrificed
I tell you slaughtered on the
Altar of a massive lie, of a massive lie

Cus how you expect me to
Explain to my little sis
When she use her brain ain't no
Interest they pick her apart
Till all that remains is a clitoris
Media keep telling her to change
To some bigger tit's
Tellin' her to shut her mouth - paint
- and to fix her lips
But her smile's a little strained
While she slit her wrist
Because she hates what her belly is
That's why we resist and can't
Get a bit of rest

Cus generation after generation
Are being sacrificed, are being sacrificed
Slaughtered on the altar of a massive lie
Of a massive lie

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