Earth, Wind & Fire

[Verse 1: shauharty]
Earth, Wind And Fire
Mujhe meri aastha se parichay mila hai aaj
Ghee daalo meri chita pey aur apna kardo aap
Gale milte sab hai, shabashi dedo sahab
Victim of my own identity
Life is full of colors but for me its mostly bleak
I hope you hold me b, tell me it's all a joke
And see me laugh meri priya meri vinati

[Verse 2: shauharty]
I got groped 3 days ago at a party and I wasn't shocked
Was not the first and wouldn't be the last time
I accept it and move forward pose a fake smile
Mimicking masochist mind, I suffer till I die
Shayad galti hai meri huliye ki
Kya main kya main kya main itna naamard hu
College mey meetha aur hijda sunna was too basic
Alas but these blues cannot be curated
Why would you do it the first time you did it sir?
I was 11 why did you have to touch me sir?
The image cannot leave my head remains too clear
And that was the day I understood fear

[Verse 3: shauharty]
Now I am hip, living my life to the fullest
The exhuberance I carry leave you startled and twisted
I got my dick sucked the next day I got groped
The suffocation I felt got her all choked
Things never change
Ek ke baad ek mere hisse ka dard uska shrey
Mere beete kal ko de
Mujhe jeene ka nahi wapis magar marna bhi nahi
Ghatna ye hai ki badalna bhi nahi
And, look me in my eyes girl and tell me that
I'm a man and right there she nodes her head and tells me “Please don't stop-
I wanna get fucked all great even if you don't desire”
I said, “I do but when will the misery resolve?”

[Verse 4: shauharty]
I don't wanna love, when I have, I have ruined it all
Carry a survey and you'll know the results
But the answer to the questions lies beneath us all
In the depths of hell where the man was born
The fear of losing my manhood is making me fall
Into those depths where the system revolves
Around my head like a pendulum saw
Chaining me down to the coffin of loss of love from the dearest of them all
Victim of my own identity
Life is full of lovers but for me
Its mostly bleak
I hope i'm held and it's not about sex
But to have that 11 year old sleep well, bless

[Outro: Karshni]
Personally I'll churn his bones
Turn them into souvenir
I own Have those memories be done
By just a sleight of hand