Namak Magazine - Pohectic

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If you enjoyed the article on Prynce Payumy and Pohectic Records (page 33), you'll want to take an early peek at some of the lyrics from their next album!

POW - Product of War

Verse 1
Just a new born baby first gasp of air
Mama welcomes me everything is so clear
Life, what a beautiful thing
Before you know it the war sirens ringing
Confused, not knowing what to expect
All I see is everybody just hit the deck
Mama hold me, yelling “God please
Don’t let my son be another victim of this tragedy
I already lost one son to this war
I don’t need to experience the pain no more”
I hold back tight, at least I try
I feel a tear drop fall from my mama’s eyes
The first word I learned was genocide
Couldn’t have a normal childhood if I tried
Worried about all the bombs being dropped
Worried about my family being shot
Couldn’t play outside, couldn’t be loud
I wasn’t even aloud to step foot out the house
I’m still too young to fully understand death
As days go by there’re fewer of us left
This shouldn’t be my childhood years
Sleeping every night heart filled with fear
God are you listening I know you’re here
Will you please help make this war disappear
See my mom crying, please stop her tears
My older brother would have been 15 this year
I lost a brother, a feeling hard to bare
All I want is a life that’s fair
Take us away anywhere other than here
Instead of bombs in the sky the air would be clear
I hold back wishing for the days
I bow down and all I do is pray

Chorus
Dear child of mine I stand back and watch you trying to clutch the
essence of time
Fearful of death you are as you run from war
And emptiness dwells as you trying to escape through a door
But pain will always exist so as long as happiness always resides
And life will always parish so as long as life always arrives

Verse 2
Ten years past still no answer
God I’m begging you help control this anger
I need the strength to help proceed
I’m not asking for a tree but just a couple of seeds
Why do you let this hate continue
I’m only 13 what the f@#* did I do
Children my age getting drafted to war
I wish my life can just take a detour
I know there’s thing out there I need to explore
Tired of seeing all the blood and gore
Became immune it don’t haunt me know more
I got to take the back ally just to get to the store
School that is no longer first priority
Replaced by work trying to get us out of poverty
Education was kicked to the curb
Question my existence on this earth
Daytime protests people tired of the killing
Wanting to provide a better future for the children
So many people died for the struggle
Soldiers being blown up by the bundles
Lifestyles of the rich and famous
They all fled before this war got dangerous
It must be nice to leave this place
Not hearing gunshots every time you awake
Look outside wishing for better days
I beg my mom if I can go and play
After ten minutes of begging she says okay
So I run outside to enjoy the day
Feel so free getting out of the house
Feels so good having a smile not a frown
I see a shiny toy just lying on the ground
I pick it up and listen to its sounds
Can’t wait to show my mom what I found
The last words I hear is “Baby it’s a bomb put it DOWN!!!”

Notes
The song is called POW for "Product of War".

Lyrics and performance of first and second verse: CO2 aka Foad Farahmand.

The hook was written and rapped by T-Rawn AKA Amin Nazemzadeh.

The producer is Crunk Funk AKA Farhan Mojdehi.

It will be on Pohectic's second album.