Opening Act
Two kids Angel and Jess
Last night, I laid them to rest
To sleep, they're not dead
But the time is ticking, my family not fed
We're out of rice, we're out of veggies
We're out of chicken, we're out of meds
Only got two cans of soup, a bag of fruit
Dry oregano, and some nasty bread
This colony, man, how'd I make it
You don't work for food, it's allocated
See the systems messed up, they don't want to question
You work hard, nah there ain't no security, pension
And people steal too
I'll admit, I had to steal too
Daughters say they want real food
Favourite butterfly is teal
My existence is a mess
Talked to missus, she is vexed
We suffer, struggle living under stress
The higher ups in this colony
They hoard the food like it's quarantined
We're all screwed, and it's all to me
To figure out what to eat next
Two kids, Angel and Jess
You can say that we're depressed
Distorted, misfortune
The militia like to deploy units
And come destroy our campgrounds
Our rich soil
People are disloyal, steal our food and leave the tin foil
Tribunal, been afraid
Propaganda, inundated
Kicking sand just to entertain us
No Allah, who to send our prayers
Yo foot on gas to accelerate
Like I'm tryna last, I can't take a break
So I gotta but come up the in clutch
Both of my daughters they're asking for lunch
And l don't have an answer
You got eat baby, I know it tastes rancid
Gotta start a revolution
Now I've got to take my chances
Heartbreak with my wife, kids man
I hate looking at their glances
I hate looking at their glances
Angel's three years old
She was born with wings
Jess is two years older
She likes fall and spring
Jess says in the winter, she misses butterflies
When they go to sleep, we sing them this lullaby
Please listen to me
We gon see the light
We're about to feast
We gon sleep alright
We stay on this trail
Make it through the night
Swear we cannot fail
If we say we have tried
Please listen to me
We gon see the light
We're about to feast
We gon sleep alright
We stay on this trail
Make it through the night
Swear we cannot fail
If we say we have tried
Please listen to me
We gon see the light
We're about to feast
We gon sleep alright
We stay on this trail
Make it through the night
Swear we cannot fail
If we say we have tried, ay
We have tried, ay
Your household food allotment for the month is ready
Retrieve your household food allotment now
Now? Is this, is this all of it?
Retrieve your household food allotment now
This'll feed like one of my kids. Where
Retrieve your household food allotment now
I've gotta re-enter this c
*beeping*
Can I enter my code again? It's not
Retrieve your household food allotment now. You have 10 seconds
Who? Wha
Ten, nine, eight, seven
Retrieve your household food allotment now
Three, two
What am I gonna tell my wife?
Have a good evening
I gotta feed my kids
Last night, I laid them to rest
To sleep, they're not dead
But the time is ticking, my family not fed
We're out of rice, we're out of veggies
We're out of chicken, we're out of meds
Only got two cans of soup, a bag of fruit
Dry oregano, and some nasty bread
This colony, man, how'd I make it
You don't work for food, it's allocated
See the systems messed up, they don't want to question
You work hard, nah there ain't no security, pension
And people steal too
I'll admit, I had to steal too
Daughters say they want real food
Favourite butterfly is teal
My existence is a mess
Talked to missus, she is vexed
We suffer, struggle living under stress
The higher ups in this colony
They hoard the food like it's quarantined
We're all screwed, and it's all to me
To figure out what to eat next
Two kids, Angel and Jess
You can say that we're depressed
Distorted, misfortune
The militia like to deploy units
And come destroy our campgrounds
Our rich soil
People are disloyal, steal our food and leave the tin foil
Tribunal, been afraid
Propaganda, inundated
Kicking sand just to entertain us
No Allah, who to send our prayers
Yo foot on gas to accelerate
Like I'm tryna last, I can't take a break
So I gotta but come up the in clutch
Both of my daughters they're asking for lunch
And l don't have an answer
You got eat baby, I know it tastes rancid
Gotta start a revolution
Now I've got to take my chances
Heartbreak with my wife, kids man
I hate looking at their glances
I hate looking at their glances
Angel's three years old
She was born with wings
Jess is two years older
She likes fall and spring
Jess says in the winter, she misses butterflies
When they go to sleep, we sing them this lullaby
Please listen to me
We gon see the light
We're about to feast
We gon sleep alright
We stay on this trail
Make it through the night
Swear we cannot fail
If we say we have tried
Please listen to me
We gon see the light
We're about to feast
We gon sleep alright
We stay on this trail
Make it through the night
Swear we cannot fail
If we say we have tried
Please listen to me
We gon see the light
We're about to feast
We gon sleep alright
We stay on this trail
Make it through the night
Swear we cannot fail
If we say we have tried, ay
We have tried, ay
Your household food allotment for the month is ready
Retrieve your household food allotment now
Now? Is this, is this all of it?
Retrieve your household food allotment now
This'll feed like one of my kids. Where
Retrieve your household food allotment now
I've gotta re-enter this c
*beeping*
Can I enter my code again? It's not
Retrieve your household food allotment now. You have 10 seconds
Who? Wha
Ten, nine, eight, seven
Retrieve your household food allotment now
Three, two
What am I gonna tell my wife?
Have a good evening
I gotta feed my kids
Credits
Writer(s): Sisan Fregene
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