PON CHO - The Razor's Edge lyrics

[Hook: Omar Musa] Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo They got me saying Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo I'm living on the razors edge Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo Tell your friends that we ain't playin Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo 'Cause time is going in the red [Verse 1: Omar Musa] Eenie meenie minie mo, catch a future by the toe Barter with the price of hope, adios, feel that sh** When the dice are thrown on a private boat With a human load, the human soul drown where the bodies float Parting from the Javan sands, charting in the farthest Harbours Darker than the heart of man, cardiogram the rising waters I am not a martyr, man I am just an artisan Tell me, where's the moral compa** Mr. Parli-man? I told Scotty Morrison to his face "You're a uncompa**ionate, national disgrace" They tell me I have no manners But I'ma spit the f**in' profane truth till they close Man*s [Hook: Omar Musa] Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo They got me saying Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo I'm living on the razors edge Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo Tell your friends that we ain't playin Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo 'Cause time is going in the red [Verse 2: Omar Musa] Patty cake, patty cake, blame it on the magistrate Blame it on the fantasies and cameras of the nanny state Wonder why we suffer from a lack of faith, agitate A rebel state of mind, poured our pain out on the acetate? State of fear, terror laws, privacy, civil rights Stricken by the Border Force in the night, making me Borderline suicidal, caught in the do or the die Of a nation that's too entitled at war with the new arrivals Ain't it a problem how we're painted? I'm the you hated, despised, demonised and degraded Eyes getting jaded, I been feeling ill-fated I swear that's why my people love it that I made it It's on [Hook: Omar Musa] Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo They got me saying Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo I'm living on the razors edge Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo Tell your friends that we ain't playin Eenie meenie minie mo, minie mo 'Cause time is going in the red [Verse 3: Omar Musa] See the kids are slipping, sliding on the ice like a polar bear And the summer's getting hotter than a solar flare Only fair, grip the mic and shoot it in the open air Aim at smiling k**ers, talking Tony Abbott, Tony Blair Couldn't help but getting back up on that tip Gold and gutter scholarship, spur 'em on like Popovich What a trip, time is going in the red, golden stunners in my bed Hear the voices in my head, telling me to rampage "Go OBM, OBM, OBM go get 'em They'll trample on your whole f**en soul if you let 'em" Crabs in the bucket struggle for survival I scramble mixed metaphors, gamble when the dice roll Sex, d**h, right, wrong, sugar, pain A chest full of chains and my head full of strange-ness Yes, I got my steps in the flames Gasoline kicks and a spirit untamed, once again [Spoken Outro: Omar Musa] It was said “Be afraid” and the people became afraid I stood, a dwarf in a petrified forest Watching them dance the ancient dance There seemed joy in their terror, and laughter, too People baked bullets into their bread They chopped up newspapers and fried them With sliced onions and sizzling steaks They stroked surveillance cameras between their legs They treated TV screens like wells Dipping buckets into them, filling teacups And offering them to neighbours At times it held the shape of mirrors and men But mostly, the fear spread across the waking earth As if it was gas And gas expands to fill whatever vessel it is put in Today A man would not serve me at the supermarket A woman crossed the street to avoid me An anonymous email wished d**h upon me I, too, became afraid