Threat of Coronavirus

It doesn't matter where you are just listen and feel me Staring the ceiling fan, like an ailing man Ain't no complainings after failing then Environment sets, violence spreads, body in the ambulance Drive at 110 speed, life has snaps with no seatbelts Everybody sayin mine on edge, got a news, 19 in your city blasts Political rallies, media purposes important Homies walking streets barefoot, we never got 'em Walking eleven two miles, one of the worst conditions after spanish flu, But are we ready too? journalists are remotes whose mouth never mutes Tragic truth, only responsible man is you Stalls open, all they never get is food Some resting in their homes on the phones They want cinema halls opened, bozos feeling here bored Everybody asking when, where, and W-H-O GDPs are trashed, ministers making plans, sinisters cleaning hands, Shits so easy man, real heroes in the white coats on the frontline Advising not to be troubled while, sometimes got a whole family, Everybody on the line, fun for some, one of the worst time all defined Riots were caused, life was paused, cried a lot, The problems are so personal, bursted nerves First disturbed, then cursed and hurt, no more chirping birds Dirty shirt, urge in blood, must you've heard Migrants and refugees, Kicked from the city, said excuse me? Usually misused power by the police Kids are happy cause the schools are closed How the hell they won't regret? When they grow Smelling nose, alerted ears, somebody just what whispered? Public is trapped between relations of our ministers Wars can happen anytime, TVs and internet are plot predictors Inner peace, outside they blame the so called system Ask who lost their loved ones, if you count you'll be all pissed up "Someone lost father, someone lost mother, someone lost sister Someone lost friend, someone lost brother, someone lost children" Just imagine not meeting even dead body, everything in hospital Just look at this guy, he died in ambulance lacking cylinder of oxygen Before saying shit, you must listen this ofcourse mister News on the television, i also started getting a lot disturbed Loved ones carried away, soul got flickered So i carried my mind away addicted and on paper, lyrics and got mixer Hope this much will help to imagine the short picture Days of threat Days of threat Days of threat Days of threat "What to do man, what not to do? Why it's happening to me, why not you?" You want the huge, along with your pocket full Might be your thoughts are true You talk news, but you don't wanna walk in shoes Longer due, what will happen, will i crawl to you ? Past is hell, not sure bout the future Seems like my brain just lost it's use I get in a tension, everytime I'm getting attention Can't handle, the next level risk factor and kept remembering Stress and anger, deaths everyday, then a new chapter Head is fed up, because of a pandemic against us Satisfying meal, education and shelter But all i want is peace, no hesitation after Walk a mile in my shoes, be my family member Fore i left the temper, i shall mention These are just thoughts and facts i can't pamper It's all fun until Paul Jones turns to Warzones It's all fun until coffins calls your ones It's all fun until you have a small look to the lost souls South to the north pole, they ignored when we knocked doors "Dude your facts are wrong ", But dude that's a song Don't ignore concept and points, "Daddy will come home soon", lil girl your daddy's dead That man who gave you goals huge, still struggling for you in heaven there, I believe in God, but it's devil's plan, See, because of us he's Planning that, Now look at me, feel what I'm telling here Sitting in a lone hall, just received a phone call, My friend told what i really know not, Someone died, my body shivered, said hold on Wanted to cry, but the show must go on "Will this be my last night", try not to even doze off What you exactly know huh? You don't have an idea How worst situation is right now Take a look at the empty bed with cold bedsheets, lights down We're hollow like that oxygen cylinders, breath is revived how? Calculating deaths but, no less numbers They said a count doesn't matter, but the bank one does Vast hunger, less stuff, white fungus, black fungus, more fungus We still pray/prey for ourselves, the victims are their own hunters Even if it's the last day on Earth, no wonder Humans ruined that shit, just for some more hunger I'm a human too, my hunger is below numbers Lockdown in the city, what's the next decision? Time is getting worse, i thought last year was more shitty then Started with situation, now I'm asking for your opinion Here no one takes things serious, even if it's pandemic Just remember those to be found dead anyday And at their coffin, nothing to do but I'll celebrate Days of threat Days of your death Days of threat Days of threat (This is an old song i found on my phone, recorded last year I just wanted to give messaged through my raps Thank You) A part of my first mixtape "When,Where and Why?"