A Victim's Mentality (Single)

by Fold

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My desires have fallen victim to my pauses as my promises will fall a victim to my breath Yet as twilight forms a victim to the morning my life shall never become a victim of my death Who is the oppressor and who are the oppressed? Who controls the mould that traps our souls for he who rolls the dice holds the keys to treasure’s chest Freedom can sail in on a half-shell but does it ride the wave of a crest? The full moon forms a cocoon so we delightfully dance to the tunes played by somebody else You see everybody knows that on the streets you rule You’re hoodied up to self-destruct but yet you look so cool You make others love to copy every move you do but your plight keeps them amused because you act the fool But in the company board rooms - we never see your face there Why die for post codes that you don't own because bruv, nobody cares The only slang this world understands is about the juice you got to spare to buy the bricks between the mortar or the land beneath the air Only effective journeys are worth repeating and only reflective fables are worth rereading For a story can never be told in the same way twice and different generations each remould an old excuse to give it life But can we honestly claim to be a victim all the time? Is our sickness fully owned by the man who holds the dice? So, who is the oppressor and who are the oppressed? Its the thinking of remaining a victim in this life that brings you death
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My desires have fallen victim to my pauses as my promises will fall a victim to my breath Yet as twilight forms a victim to the morning my life shall never become a victim of my death Who is the oppressor and who are the oppressed? Who controls the mould that traps our souls for he who rolls the dice holds the keys to treasure’s chest Freedom can sail in on a half-shell but does it ride the wave of a crest? The full moon forms a cocoon so we delightfully dance to the tunes played by somebody else You see everybody knows that on the streets you rule You’re hoodied up to self-destruct but yet you look so cool You make others love to copy every move you do but your plight keeps them amused because you act the fool But in the company board rooms - we never see your face there Why die for post codes that you don't own because bruv, nobody cares The only slang this world understands is about the juice you got to spare to buy the bricks between the mortar or the land beneath the air Only effective journeys are worth repeating and only reflective fables are worth rereading For a story can never be told in the same way twice and different generations each remould an old excuse to give it life But can we honestly claim to be a victim all the time? Is our sickness fully owned by the man who holds the dice? So, who is the oppressor and who are the oppressed? Its the thinking of remaining a victim in this life that brings you death
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Don't let the sun go down on your humanity. Don't let the future forget you and think that you were just too self-obsessed to look beyond your own immediate concerns in life... and like those in days of old from a forgotten age your whole existence can be reduced to the footnote at the bottom of a forgotten page. So will oncoming generations mockingly proclaim with a shocking rage: "Who were these carefree people? And why didn't they even lift a finger to change?" Don't let the moon shine a light on your inability to rise Don't wait until the looming twilight in the sky projects the vulnerability of your times as you're constantly perplexed by the neglect and fragility of your lives it eclipses the real invincibility in your minds posing the simple question: why? Why are we killing the potential in our lives? Don't let the new morning be broken without you Don't allow the poisoning of the rivers of today to infect the drops in the oceans of tomorrow that will surround you in the plants and the trees in the flowers and the seeds for its a life that's yet to be that delivers us hope for eternity and while we are still able to consume our daily bread let us not forget that on this day given we are indeed the projection in vision of our ancestors' dreams so what can we then expect our future generations to reflect on times such as these if we don't respect them and we reject them and we just lay down and accept then that the sun may finally set on our humanity

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"A lavish concoction of hip-hop, soul, funk, electronics and more."
— Clash Magazine

"One of the most innovative things I've heard in a long time - love it."
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"A convincing and ambitiously stunning single."
— Fame Magazine

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released October 16, 2015

Written, arranged, performed, produced & mixed by Fold and Mr Gee. Fold are Seth Mowshowitz (keys), Ben Walsh (bass), Kane Rattray (drums) and Josh Gardziel (guitar).

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Fold is a conscious music band from Leeds rooted in funk, jazz, psyche and hip hop.

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