GIANTS

GIANTS feat Nasr Beny & Mutombo Da Poet

When the giants march on we will feel their wrath.
A wrath born from the ageless hammer of destruction.
We will hear the river's roar we will know their pain.
Pain endured from generation to generation.
So let them run free for their time is here and now.
They will rise like the sun shedding light for all.
For the world has no respect for the unseen.
Only marked bills with heroes of destruction

We will keep marching with the giants.
We will keep fighting for the fallen.

There's no rhyme or reason we reside in prison.
Pain and suffering all we know is a life of enslavement
Militarized policemen  tell me what's the difference
"Raise your hands! You're about to turn cold on the pavement"
Helpless amidst confusion we're force fed illusion
Are we free or subservient to a life of consumption
Some reap a meagre pittance others bask in abundance
Foolish perdition as the world begs for deliverance 

We will keep marching with the giants.
We will keep fighting for the fallen.