Sabzi - Nina Sing lyrics

Air of inequity is thick in my circumference Untouched are none when they're summoned up to punishment Sons sent to war for the grunt work of the government All debts repaid on the last day of judgement I've heard purported it's approaching with celerity Proselytes testify with utmost sincerity I don't think he's comin' y'all – try me for heresy But what's all the stallin' for, a little more disparity? Beckon the Armageddon, tell ‘em we exhausted Every option since the trade winds laid claim to caution Damned since the Gnostics allied with the sergeants Yo I'm tired of waitin' – slide the blade across it now I can't take this pain, I can't stand this rain All this work in vain, this world is insane Puppets on a string, pain and suffering Nothing left to bring – let my Nina sing Another demonstration staged on the proscenium Curtain drawn, who's workin' behind ‘em with the medium? Road blocks, keep throwin' rocks at the imperium Hell yeah, a long march, staunch grown wearisome Seein' fam fallin' through the cracks in the variance Famished on a barren land of AIDS and malaria One percent could fix it with a tenth of their inheritance Freedom buried in the treasure chest of the nefarious Terrorists with pipe bombs, who's sittin' on the megaton? FEMA slow to respond, blame it on the weather, wrong Billion-dollar telethon, tell ‘em where the cheddar gone And wonder why my people keep their weapons drawn Emptied of my pride, nothing left inside Lost the will to fight, Lord knows that I've tried Beaten by this thing, watching my ship sink Still I'm listening – please my Nina sing Upon deliverance we meant to keep you pacified Same with the others, but some brothers fell to fratricide Even I was doubtful we could counteract the ma**ive tide Then arrived the wail I hailed to revive the battle cry Bellow on, set upon the pleas of the fanciful An anthem for the resurgence of purpose, grant manifold Damn this road is chancy, makes advancin' through the sand unmanageable Lend a hand and chant the canticle I can't take this pain, I can't stand this rain All this work in vain, this world is insane Puppets on a string, pain and suffering Nothing left to bring – let my Nina ---