Where Did The Sun Go?

[Hook] x 2 Quiet nights of quiet stars The quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us [Verse 1: Anik] Ayo, where did the sun go? Erased by the cars Haze and gun smoke Through the rain as I speak my bars The light of the streets delete the stars The air that we breathe is poisin and People wear fake tan to avoid the sun Like a demon child that destroys it's mum Eaten up from the inside like horsemen And draw in my lungs are jet black and cancerous Gasoline, nicotine and Ganja spliffs Damage is done like when arms handlers Had me praying for change like a thousand mantises Pursue goodness and loot the righteous Dark circling computer nightmares We cruise lightyears Recruiting the future fighters [Verse 2] I write the sickest raps to bring it back to the natural elements Iller than twisted cats and twenty kids in backward settlements Settling for less than ten pence for a day's wage It's this rap game's baiter than nation way's racial hatred With thoughts contagious we're spawning new waves of anger Damaging innocent minds that wanna ride cuz they're none the wiser I flow more than two rival tides in a divided ocean Riding the undercurrents your bodies writhe with contrived emotion Surviving the vital potion Liquid stores of frozen soul food Holding the pole position [?] But I'm sure [?] cycle and will be forgotten Confided in dry tears when the ways of the mind's rotten Fight for the common cause and the plight for the divine brother Whose only hope to find soul [?] at the bottom of [?] gutter If only truths were uttered every time our mouths were open We'd be halfway to the promised land with the vision of cowards broken [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm a starving artist who harnessed the force of the beat I talk to my peeps who walk in their sleep Through dimly lit Victorian streets Where the law of the beasts is enforced by police Ignoring the tricks and silent screams Violent scenes, grey smoke hides sun's vibrant beams Tyrants seek to make loot in grey suits Caught in the same loop but can't break loose The hate the hate produced takes root, shapes youths And grows into Billie Holiday's strange fruit The rotten apple he picked from the trees The sickened disease To it's pips and it's seeds The wickedest thieves Trick and deceive The victims bereaved Mans are addicted to green But wealth corrupts Til you self-destruct Our [?] is to uplift and help you up What