NO MORE

The streets taught me how to carry weight on my shoulders,

Not pass the blame around like bars of gold to others.

’Cause when you say “it’s them”, “the system”, “I’m right”,

You’re already in their game — just changing the fight.

I don’t wash my hands in other people’s emotions,

Don’t hide my conscience behind party slogans.

If I fuck something up — it’s mine, I take the hit,

Responsibility’s the thing that makes a man legit.

Politics is theatre, the roles already cast,

Some shout “honor”, others count money fast.

And under the stage the common man bleeds,

So don’t tell me I should grab a gun for your needs.

I don’t step into left or right, won’t march to the front,

Division’s the mechanism — and the mechanism’s a stunt.

They want to show me an enemy so I aim at his head,

So all my anger goes where they said.

But anger without thinking… heh —

That’s just someone else’s order in your head.

Nobody will force me to shoot another man,

I won’t play their game — fuck their system and plan.

I take everything on me, no excuses to prove,

’Cause when you shift the blame — you’re just part of their move.

I don’t want heroes printed on posters and walls,

Every hero means someone’s dead son after all.

I don’t want “reason of state” written in blood,

A reason without people is an empty flood.

I won’t be a pawn in somebody’s strategy,

Won’t be meat inside someone else’s narrative tragedy.

If I must choose between conscience and fear,

I choose conscience — even if the price is severe.

It’s easy to shoot when someone else aims,

When someone else decides and you just play the game.

But I don’t give my choices to foreign hands,

’Cause then I’m not living — just following commands.

Hip-hop from the streets taught me one truth:

There’s no excuse for hurting another human, no proof.

Not “I had to”, not “they told me”, not “that was the plan” —

When you pull the trigger, that shot is yours, man.

Nobody will force me to shoot another man,

I won’t be a tool in their wars and commands.

I take everything on me, I move, I don’t wait,

’Cause fuck their game — I choose my own fate.

Decision — the weight — the spine is the core,

Not flags, not parties, not orders of war.

Truth hurts ’cause it gives no alibi,

But that’s the only way you stay alive.

Don’t ask me “which side are you on?”,

Sides are just walls — and I piss on them all.

I stand with people who simply want life,

Not those counting profit from blood and strife.

If someone wants war — let him go first,

Let him look in the eyes of the man he’ll hurt.

I won’t shoot people for someone else’s idea,

No ideology’s worth a human disappearing.

That’s not cowardice — that’s strength revealed,

To say “no” where they tell you to kill.

And if someone says “you must choose a side” —

I don’t have to do shit.

Nobody will force me to shoot another man,

He’s somebody’s father — someone waits for him home again.

I take everything on me — this choice is mine,