Voices

I see the pain from every little boy or girl
Especially when you never asked to come in this world
I often wonder, "How can I impact the youth?"
I turn to Father God and tell Him steer the boat

They mentally displace them
Mimic the rules of gentrification
Put them inna "bracketless" equation
Make them feel life has no variation
Then they will resort to ammunition
Same you provide to load their weapons
Instil evil in what you propagate
Send them to sleep while we having their wakes

I hear these voices and it haunts me
Knowing that couldn't save one at least
I hear these voices crying regretfully
I wish Father Time was a genie

Before we think about making a difference
We need to look within and lend ourselves a hand
These little angels need all our commitment
Cause forces are destroying this generation

They mentally displace them
Mimic the rules of gentrification
Put them inna "bracketless" equation
Make them feel life has no variation
Then they will resort to ammunition
Same you provide to load their weapons
Instil evil in what you propagate
Send them to sleep while we having their wakes

I hear these voices and it haunts me
Knowing that couldn't save one at least
I hear these voices crying regretfully
I wish Father Time was a genie

This is my calling
I'll be your prophet
I ain't no Robin Hood
We're gonna radiate good
Awake my brothers and sisters
Welcome a new day before us

I hear these voices and it haunts me
Knowing that couldn't save one at least
I hear these voices crying regretfully
I wish Father Time was a genie

Inspirational words from Dillon Soondar