Medicine کے بول

Medicine not the only curse or is it what you want to give Troubled times destroy sunshine causes toil on my soil Freedom lost chaos caused Will your soul remain forgiven Children die people cry pity for the hypocrites Rotten fruit is in the air when our mothers become despaired Pennies for a bullet shell When your smoke stacks choke my sun I want you do you want me I want to free you believe me i hate you you wanted to be me I wanted to fuck you you want to fuck me I wanted to be you I'm your medicine Your country failed your people bailed Your laws are lost, "Nah fuck the cause" Religions gone- a devil spawned Your guns are (your) peace your hate is released You want a revolution You want me to execute any person Medicine- Not what I'm giving Renaissance- Not what I want