Ceza "Neyim Var Ki" lyrics

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Neyim Var Ki

Bir bahcemiz var;Bir taraf cicekli, bir tarafsa col.Bir tarafta gokkusag?, obur tarafsa col.S?n?rda kalm?slardan?z biz.Hep s?n?fta kalm?slardan cok uzaktay?z; We’re far away from those who always failedS?k?nt? cekmislere yak?n bir yerde. Close to those who’ve sufferedColde kazan?lan zaferler;Hepsi kanla yaz?l?r.Ahmak olmasayd?n insan;Tum zaferler dostca kazan?l?rd?.Her gun dogumundan her gun bat?m?na,Her geceden gunduze islenen bir suc var.Her bir yerde bahcemiz varCumle derde ol deva diye dua ederdi gunde bin defaFayda yok! Bu cok fena...Care yok! Bu bir bela...Sanki yoktu basta...Hepsi kals?n...Alemimde Sagopa ve Ceza,Rap icin bir pranga...

Ilham perilerim,Yorgun ellerimVe miskin armagan dusunceminYan?nda bir emanetim bu bedene.Y?llar?m bir yetki verdi;Etki tepki oldu.Kendimin hudutlar?nda bir cicektim, mordum.Onca tarla doldum.Bir safaktim;Askerin duvarda y?rtt?g? bir takvim yaprag?nda.Geri kalan umut rakamlar oldum.Istedigim yerdeyim.1-2 dakika verin bu adama konusamaz.Dilim tutuldu.

Fincan kahvem hatr?na sayd?mBir yudumluk ask?m deli sarhosKomplo ordular?n gardiyanlar?Neyim var ki raptan gari?

Akar sular bu bahcelerde.Kurtulur zebanilerden.Akmayan suyu bile coldeCesmeler var her bir yerde; bul!Olmaya cal?s bir kul!Istedigimiz yekte sulh!Olmas?n alt?nda cul!Olmas?n paran ve pul!Genede gul bir kez be!Bir kere gul be!Senede bir de olsa,Gul bu colde yeserir elbet.Sabah biter ve biz deS?n?r?n ortas?nda kaybolup gider deSozlerimizi ve rapimiziMiras b?rak?r?z yeter!

Ey rapin sebepsiz anlam?!Damarlar?mda gezine dur.Sakaklarimda kan birikmis,Ben bir cumlelik bir nokta degilim!Siirlerimle gomulecek ad?mSat?rlarim ve gecmisim,Tokat izlerim...

Ellerimde karakalem,Kara gozum seyirde.Yollar?mda yolunu gozledigim bir yolcuMaglubum...Yaradan Allah'?m! Gencligime mahcubumOyuncak bir tabanca elime hakim oldu,Cok al?st?m...Ben bugunde yas?yorum;Yar?nda mechulum.Bin yasak ve bin cezayla ilelebet mi yas?yorum?Bir bal olsam, damlasam.Bu yeryuzunde bir kalbim, nefretimVe var olan bin cezam...

Ceza

We have a garden withOn one side flowers, on the other a desertOn one side a rainbow, on the other a desertWe’re those who’re stuck on the borderHep s?n?fta kalm?slardan cok uzaktay?z; We’re far away from those who always failedS?k?nt? cekmislere yak?n bir yerde. Close to those who’ve sufferedVictories achieved on the desertAll of them are written with bloodIf u weren’t stupid ; ‘humanity’All victories would have been achieved amicableFrom every sun raise to every sunsetFrom every night to day there is a crime that’s being committedWe have our garden everywhereGod, there used to be prayed for you to solve sorrowThere is no use! This is very bad…there is no cure! This is a curse…Like it wasn’t there in the beginningLet it beSagopa and Ceza in my universebonds for rap

my musesmy tired handsand your musk is a gift along my mindIm entrusted to this bodymy years gave me an authorityAction became reactionI was a flower in my own boundaries, I was purpleI filled so many fieldsI was a daybreakOn a ripped sheet of a calendar hanging on a soldier’s wallI’ve became the left hope numbersI’m right where I want to beGive me a few minutes, this guy can’t talkI’m speechless

I considered a cup of coffee as your memoryMy one shot love is mad drunkGuarders of the plot legionsWhat else do I have left than rap

Waters drain away in these gardensBreaking away from hellhoundsFind the water that’s not running in the desertThere are taps all over, Find it!Try to be a mortalAll we want is peace in the aceLet there not be any kind of burlapLet there not be a dime left for youLaugh once thoughJust laugh onceEven when it’s only once a yearThe rose will leaf out on this desertMorning will come to an end and so will weWe will disappear in the middle of the borderWe will leave our words and rapas our heritage!

Ey! The sense of rap without any reasonKeep on circulating in my vainsBlood has piled up on my templesI’m not a one-sentence pointMy name will be buried with my poemsMy lines and my backgroundmy slapping marks

Charcoal pencil in my handsMy black eyes steeringA passenger I’m waiting on on my roadsI’m a loserMy creator, Allah! Im troubled by guilt feeling for my youthA toy gun is dominating my handI’ve got used to it alotI’m living todaytomorrow I’m facelessAm I living eternally with thousands of taboos and thousands of punishmentsOnly if I could be honey and poor downThere is only my heart, my hate on this worldand thousands of my existing punishments.

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