Letras
We were born
Lights in the valley of our dawn
Sworn to uphold our bonds and our brawn
Peace in our loins and sun in the storm
Toiling the fields with swords for the scorn
Working for rice, for spice, for corn
Close to the land, our God as our Lord
Only eat what we sow who cares what we afford
And all towns, villages homes and societies
Dedicated to pursuing piety
Caring very little for the finer things
Quietly toiling away for their food and their lives to see
Get up with the sun, go to bed with it too
Live a life in rhythm with the stars and the moon
See patterns in the heavens, see far, see truth
What matters isnt matter its the things that you do
And the trees and the grass and the leaves are the home
And we were led by the gods, by the stars by a throne
We were called to the soil to the sky to the tomes
Histories of people enshrined in the stone
And a boy became his father and the family grows
The lineage matters not the man or the foes
And who cares for plans, when the plans are very known
All that matters is his land of the mans very own
Meet a girl maybe,
Men ask the ladies
Men so stately
Women so dainty
No confusion
No anxiety plagues me
Knowing that place and time have arrayed me
I hear the voice faintly
Giving me my place
Me I take it plainly
And dont let it pain me
I hear the voice faintly
Giving me time
Me, I dont mind
See what I might
Be what I find
My place
My Time
My place
My Time
My place
My Time
My place my time, My race is dying
My state is a place for the rich and retired
Cos none here can live we all get sick or tired
And all these kids are all restless and wired
My place is in a state of decline
Its like no one can see out our window were blind
I say "my place" but this place isnt mine
The buildings are ugly and the work is a bind
The city is a prison pretending to be a playground
Find a person who you dont mind and lay down
Anyone who looks at you funny make em lay down
"Opportunity" in the smoke grime and the crazed sounds
Billboards and ads to fund emotion
Youd find more kindred under the ocean
People here despair just going through the motions
Bur why would God be the one you show devotion
My place my time, My race is dying
My states in a place for the rich and retired
None here can live were all sick and tired
And all of us are wired to devices
My place is in a state of decline
Its like no one can see out our window were blind
I say "my place" but this place isnt mine
The buildings are ugly and the work is a bind
My place my time, replaced with crime
Today we have everything on the line
our souls, our goals, our lives, our minds
Everything going down the drain in time
We own nothing
Rent our own suffering
Subscribe to our own life
And buy time with money
Funny how life means nothing
Crushing on demons blushing
My place does not exist
Because I have nowhere to live
No homes to rent
No room to give
No land is mine
No tool is fit
I have no past
I have no plan
I have no family
Am no man
Books infected with lies
Myths distorted and die
Kids molested and cry
Buildings ever so high
Watch the land whither
Watch the screen flicker
Watch the memes glitter
What we dream slithers
What place? what time?
What race is mine?
Do I face decline?
Or face the night?
What place? what time?
What space is mine?
What may I find?
In an empty life?
My place my time, My race is dying
My states in place for the rich and retired
None here can live were all sick and tired
And all of us are all wired to devices
My place is in a state of decline
No one can see out our window were blind
I say "my place" but this place isnt mine
The buildings are ugly and the work is a bind