We May Look Different But We See The Same Sky We may see different But we cry the same cry
To wake up daily, And sleep better nights, Thats what we all wish for to seek a better life, right? It's unfortunate, when tragedys strike, But the truth is reality bites, June 4th 89, a day residents fear Now known as The Massacre At Tiananmen Square The day I turned seven they were mourning and grieving Thousands of innocents die for what they believed in Come with nothing but heart and a point to prove Stood infront of tanks and refused to move What Would You Do? Run or stand still whens your lifes on the line To test a mans will Seeking change and they found but in death Strangers yet they were my blood and flesh This happened in China, But you ain't gotta be asian to relate To the struggle, pain and hard aches
[Chorus:] You'll never know, You'll never get it, There is no choice, We can't forget it We look up We see the same sky We look up We cry the very same cry
See, I'm a grown man It hurts when I turn on the news And see thats going on in my homeland This SARS epidemic, could've been lives Could've stand for Should Asians Really Survive They'll try anything to break your family apart Politics could break down the manliest heart Can the child within my heart rise above If theres a billion of us I shouldn't have to look for love Overpopulation, but damn just to meet the needs Its illegal to have more than one seed How can you dictate birth regardless the women And the parents they make the hardest decisions Sons keep their family names so thats not an option Imagine having to put your daughter up for adoption And even though its beyond your control Keep your head up heres a sond for your soul
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If you don't know where you came from You can't get the way your trying to go Theres ain't denying so, its true I got some big shoes to fill But If I don't lead the movement, then who will Stuck between a rock and a hard place Thinking about the refugees that went to see god's place 16,000 miles across the ocean tides Some died, some got lucky and survived I wouldn't call it luck, they reached their destination Modern day slavery without the plantation Them sneakers on your feet cost $100 a pop My peoples making 15 cents a day in sweatshops To make them kicks, so you can look good. Think we open restaurants cause we cook good? Hell No, we ain't got no choice I gotta speak up, without me my people have no voice
[Chorus x2] Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
