Society's Questions

Intro

This voice comes from the streets,

Not written on paper, but carved in reality.

It shakes the throne of power,

Shows society its own reflection…

Listen—this isn’t rap, this is a question.

Verse

Society says “everything’s fine”, but truth stays silent,

The poor work day and night, yet rights stay distant.

Hunger is renamed as “adjustment”,

A rich man’s mistake is called “management”.

Education is sold, knowledge on EMI plans,

Degree in hand, but the future barely stands.

Youth is fire, but roads are blocked tight,

Dreams say “fly”, the system says “stop your flight”.

Women empowerment ends on banners and lines,

Nightfall safety? Still a question of time.

Blood flows in the name of religion and side,

We forgot humanity, first ask—“which side are you on?” right?

Chorus

These are society’s questions, no one answers them true,

Speak the truth and they say, “this won’t work for you.”

They remember us at voting time, then disappear,

This country’s like my mother, yet suffers in silence and fear.

These are society’s questions, heavy on the system’s head,

Truth is bitter, that’s why they say—“don’t mix politics in rap,” they said.

Verse

Leaders speak sweet, but their agendas are poison,

On stage they preach service, backstage it’s business.

People become chess pieces, moves played by another hand,

TV debates are loud, real issues barely stand.

Broken roads, shining posters day and night,

Hospitals lack oxygen, speeches overflow with “development” hype.

Youth asks for jobs, receives empty lines,

Ask real questions and cases arrive on time.

Corruption files buried, justice moves slow,

A poor man’s mistake gets punishment, the rich say “sorry” and go.

Patriotism defined till election day,

Truth speakers silenced, erased along the way.

Chorus

These are society’s questions, no one answers them true,

Speak the truth and they say, “this won’t work for you.”

They remember us at voting time, then disappear,

This country’s like my mother, yet suffers in silence and fear.

These are society’s questions, heavy on the system’s head,

Truth is bitter, that’s why they say—“don’t mix politics in rap,” they said.

Verse

Media chases TRP, mutes the truth,

Fake news goes viral, facts lose their proof.

World inside the phone, neighbors remain unknown,

Lost in likes and shares, we forget our own.

Yet yes, there is darkness, but dawn still exists,

A questioning youth—that’s this nation’s real strength.

Pen, mic, and voice—these are my weapons,

Not guns, not hate, truth is my only protection.

Change comes slowly, but it starts today,

Raise your voice, drop the fear—it’s your turn, your way.

Leaders change when people finally rise,

Rap isn’t just words—this is revolution in rhyme.

Outro

I’m not a leader, I’m not a judge,

I’m just one voice…

If you listen,

This one voice becomes millions.

These are society’s questions…

And YOU are the answer.