Letras
Aye
From the gallis to the coast, listen up
This that
Voice of a billion (hey!)
Wake up, same dust in my lungs
Kids play cricket where the black river runs
Mask on face, but the trees long gone
Sky so grey, how the sun still on?
Taps run dry, rich lawns so green
Tankers line up where the slums once been
Maa boil water in a rusted pot
Pray one glass ain't the thing we forgot
Netas in suits with the clean, clean hands
Same old speech, same dirty plans
Money in the file, then the file go "lost"
We pay twice, they just count cost
Degree on the wall, man still unpaid
Ten lakh dreams on a one-lane grade
So many brains, but the gate too small
They say "wait your turn", we say "break that wall"
This is my land, this is our cry
We won't stay quiet while the rivers die
Hands in the air for the truth we need
One voice, one beat, let the people lead
Aye, from the dust, from the crowd we rise
Call out the lies you try to disguise
Love over hate, that's the only creed
One voice, one beat, let the people lead (hey!)
Temples, churches, mosques side by side
Hearts get sliced where the lines divide
Uncle on the news say, "They not us"
Then sit in the same packed local bus
Name on the form, then the door slam shut
Same red stamp, same paper-cut
Jaat, caste, code in a quiet tone
Same old chain on a brand-new phone
Work so hard, still the jobs so few
Big man's son get a pass straight through
Farmer in the field with a leaking sky
Debt so deep, man afraid to cry
City girl walk with her keys in a fist
Mom say "text me", pray she's not missed
We tired of fear in the daily route
Tired of the hush, so we open mouth (yeah!)
This is my land, this is our cry
We won't stay quiet while the rivers die
Hands in the air for the truth we need