Passion of the Christ

Rising Voices: Tricky's Reflection on Societal Struggles
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Lyrics

There's too many people, too many dying

Expressing concern about the large number of people and the high death toll.

Too many lying, too many crying

Commenting on the prevalence of falsehoods, deceit, and widespread sorrow.

There's too many voices, so little choices

Highlighting the overwhelming number of voices and the limited options available.

At night I lie awake, it feels like heartache

Describing a restless night where emotional pain is akin to heartache.


Feels like heartache, how long will the night take?

Persisting emotional distress, questioning the duration of the night and associated heartache.

How long will the night take, it feels like heartache

Reiteration of the prolonged emotional suffering and heartache.

The night has come, they say I rise crime rate

Referring to the nightfall contributing to an increase in crime rates.

The end is near, my mother can't wait

Suggesting an impending end, with the speaker's mother eagerly awaiting it.


I rise my fist, the thunder break through

Expressing defiance and readiness to confront challenges with a raised fist.

Make a wish, who will you run to?

Prompting contemplation about desires and the question of where one can seek refuge.

There's too many prisons taking away from family

Criticizing the excessive number of prisons that separate individuals from their families.

Too many reasons to lose your sanity

Pointing out that there are numerous reasons that can lead to the loss of one's mental stability.


I lie awake and let the visions take me

Reflecting on sleepless moments where the speaker lets visions dominate their thoughts.

Think of life and how it tried to break me

Contemplating life challenges and how they have attempted to break the speaker.

Had no choice, I had to settle

Indicating a lack of alternatives, forcing the speaker to make compromises or settlements.

Hear a voice, how they burn from metal

Hearing a voice, possibly inner strength, amidst challenges, likened to burning from metal.


There's too many shouts and they call it treason

Commenting on the abundance of loud protests, labeled as treason.

Can't relate to hate without reason

Expressing an inability to understand hatred without valid reasons.

There's too many guns, pray for god to come quick

Highlighting the excess of guns and the desperate plea for divine intervention.

He doesn't come, my god is real sick

Expressing disappointment as the expected divine intervention does not occur, indicating a troubled deity.

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