Welcome to what i call the true New Delhi,
Hindus abused, Muslims used in my city,
Yet the middle few stay obtuse, and i pity,
Cuz' too many people crave for food in their bellies,
I construe both the rich and the poor in my city,
Desolate crave for food, the State, well, its riches,
While the pure seal their lids, ignoring yet itching ..
So they ..
Forget the games rich play, even the common wealth they're missing,
They've lost the game of seek, cuz' when they speak, their weak keep missing,
You see, sheep, they just feed, and they listen,
The truth they don't seek, the truth, they keep dissing,
Ignoring the cribs, they stay lewd, confused, unwitting ..
.. That the poor seek refuge in the same paths they piss in,
Taking tips from religion as the rich did with sinning,
So they wish things be different in the next life they live in.
And the abuse of the truth on the news in compelling,
Confusing the youth into useless rebelling,
Accused of prejudice in all the spew they are spilling,
If the truth is one truth, then how their views are so different?
Shoot your damn tellys, just do as am telling,
Put your shoes on, come, i'll show you where hell is ..
Where the views of the truth are as few as the women,
In the streets, after dark, when deals are made in big check ins,
Where the suits rule the roost, prostituting exchequers,
Where the youth stay uncouth, clueless and smitten,
Who believe what they see and ignore what is written,
Where men are known for their recklessness, and women for their necklaces,
Where men stay recluse to their womens fetiches, where sex is used as a weapon,
By both, who don't see beyond blemishes,
Where roots are forgot and heed is paid to secularists,
Where jhoot is the norm, and the truth no one embellishes,
Where the few get to hark pseudo views that they cherish, and ..
.. Where street hawkers starve making food that you relish.
Welcome to my city.
Hindus abused, Muslims used in my city,
Yet the middle few stay obtuse, and i pity,
Cuz' too many people crave for food in their bellies,
I construe both the rich and the poor in my city,
Desolate crave for food, the State, well, its riches,
While the pure seal their lids, ignoring yet itching ..
So they ..
Forget the games rich play, even the common wealth they're missing,
They've lost the game of seek, cuz' when they speak, their weak keep missing,
You see, sheep, they just feed, and they listen,
The truth they don't seek, the truth, they keep dissing,
Ignoring the cribs, they stay lewd, confused, unwitting ..
.. That the poor seek refuge in the same paths they piss in,
Taking tips from religion as the rich did with sinning,
So they wish things be different in the next life they live in.
And the abuse of the truth on the news in compelling,
Confusing the youth into useless rebelling,
Accused of prejudice in all the spew they are spilling,
If the truth is one truth, then how their views are so different?
Shoot your damn tellys, just do as am telling,
Put your shoes on, come, i'll show you where hell is ..
Where the views of the truth are as few as the women,
In the streets, after dark, when deals are made in big check ins,
Where the suits rule the roost, prostituting exchequers,
Where the youth stay uncouth, clueless and smitten,
Who believe what they see and ignore what is written,
Where men are known for their recklessness, and women for their necklaces,
Where men stay recluse to their womens fetiches, where sex is used as a weapon,
By both, who don't see beyond blemishes,
Where roots are forgot and heed is paid to secularists,
Where jhoot is the norm, and the truth no one embellishes,
Where the few get to hark pseudo views that they cherish, and ..
.. Where street hawkers starve making food that you relish.
Welcome to my city.
