Jin - Same Cry Lyrics
We May Look DifferentBut We See The Same SkyWe may see differentBut we cry the same cryTo wake up daily,And sleep better nights,Thats what we all wish for to seek a better life, right?It's unfortunate, when tragedys strike,But the truth is reality bites,June 4th 89, a day residents fearNow known as The Massacre At Tiananmen SquareThe day I turned seven they were mourning and grievingThousands of innocents die for what they believed inCome with nothing but heart and a point to proveStood infront of tanks and refused to moveWhat Would You Do?Run or stand still whens your lifes on the lineTo test a mans willSeeking change and they found but in deathStrangers yet they were my blood and fleshThis happened in China,But you ain't gotta be asian to relateTo the struggle, pain and hard aches[chorus]You'll never know,You'll never get it,There is no choice,We can't forget itWhen we look upWe see the same skyWhen we look upWe cry the very same crySee, I'm a grown manIt hurts when I turn on the newsAnd see thats going on in my homelandThis SARS epidemic, could've been livesCould've stand for Should Asians Really SurviveThey'll try anything to break your family apartPolitics could break down the manliest heartCan the child within my heart rise aboveIf theres a billion of us I shouldn't have to look for loveOverpopulation, but damn just to meet the needsIts illegal to have more than one seedHow can you dictate birth regardless the womenAnd the parents they make the hardest decisionsSons keep their family names so thats not an optionImagine having to put your daughter up for adoptionAnd even though its beyond your controlKeep your head up heres a sond for your soul[chorus]If you don't know where you came fromYou can't get the way your trying to goTheres ain't denying so, its trueI got some big shoes to fillBut If I don't lead the movement, then who willStuck between a rock and a hard placeThinking about the refugees that went to see god's place16,000 miles across the ocean tidesSome died, some got lucky and survivedI wouldn't call it luck, they reached their destinationModern day slavery without the plantationThem sneakers on your feet cost $100 a popMy peoples making 15 cents a day in sweatshopsTo make them kicks, so you can look good.Think we open restaurants cause we cook good?Hell No, we ain't got no choiceI gotta speak up, without me my people have no voice[chorus x2]
