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Nick Hakim

QADIR

 

QADIR

(Album: WILL THIS MAKE ME GOOD - 2020)


Oh, we have fallen
As a whole
And we're sinking
Down a hole
Without thinking
About our loved ones
Who might be shrinking
Into a sunken space
With glass surrounding
Their powers
That are pounding
In their temple
In their mind
There seems to be a complexity
To being kind
To your space
To your temple
To your neighbors
Who've seen the changes
We all feel change
Some of us wear masks
To hide the pain
And I just wish I could ask

Qadir, oh, what's the deal now?
What did you plant in your mother's garden?
Qadir, oh, I miss you dearly
What did you plant in your mother's garden?

Oh, hemos sido esclavos
To these systems
That project false beauty
Exorcisms
Burn it out of my body
This dependency don't help nobody
We're sitting in dark rooms
With bags on our heads
Waiting for God to touch us
We just wanna be closer
It's overwhelming
Some of us wear masks
Because some can't adapt
Oh, I just wish I could ask

Qadir, what's the deal now?
What did you plant in your mother's garden?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Qadir, oh, I miss you dearly
What did you plant in your mother's garden?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh, we have fallen
As a whole
And we're sinking
Down a hole
Without thinking
About our loved ones
Who might be shrinking
Into the sunken space
With glass surrounding
Their powers
That are pounding
In their temple
In their mind
There seems to be a complexity
To being kind
To your space
To your temple
To your neighbors
Who've seen the changes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We all feel change
Some of us wear masks
Because we can't adapt
I just wish I could ask
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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