Sandookh

It was the final coin of truth, a certainty I held close

To shed the yoke of slavery were the words of my grandfathers and great-grandfathers

Go dig through the archives of history to see where our rights were buried

Loyalty stood on one side, while on the other, souls were sold for a price

I’ve dropped another empty shell casing into the [Sandookh: a traditional wooden chest, here used for ammunition]

I’ve burned another enemy through the barrel of my gun

Why speak of two lives in some petty news scoop?

Sent the enemy toward God, and it wasn't by fluke

I’ve dropped another empty shell casing into the [Sandookh: a traditional wooden chest, here used for ammunition]

Deep inside the [Sandookh: chest/coffer]

I followed my father’s vision, seeking freedom so I never repeat a mistake

Where the lion stalks, we received our [Gudti: a newborn's first honey-drop; here, a ritual initiation into bravery] where the hawk soars

Our traditions are distinct, we don't tolerate a disrespectful cough

For the sake of our [Yaariyan: deep bonds of brotherhood/loyalty], our hearths stay burning

For the sake of our [Yaariyan: deep bonds of brotherhood/loyalty], our hearths stay burning

Death cruises through the streets within our seasoned minds

I remind those of God who have long forgotten Him

Acquainted with heavy artillery as if I were in Russia

Staying far from weak hearts, I'm on a path of death

I’ve dropped another empty shell casing into the [Sandookh: a traditional wooden chest, here used for ammunition]

I’ve burned another enemy through the barrel of my gun

Why speak of two lives in some petty news scoop?

Sent the enemy toward God, and it wasn't by fluke

I’ve dropped another empty shell casing into the [Sandookh: a traditional wooden chest, here used for ammunition]

Deep inside the [Sandookh: chest/coffer]

I appear as the form of Death itself for my enemies

When I am amidst the echoing screams of all these people

I've whispered warnings into the ears of these [Saale: Playful taunt/insult toward rivals]

I’ve loaded another song like a bullet into my gun

How could we be imprisoned? Freedom is our second name

My mother taught me exactly how we must speak our truth

I was sitting idle at home when God himself reached out His hand

That’s why we never stop, and we never bow down

The blood is red-brown like the bark of the [Kikker: a hardy, thorny Acacia tree native to Punjab]

I learned how to stand my ground through my sorrows

We learn how to satisfy our hunger from the experience of poverty

Read the chronicles of our legends in the history books

What you see as weapons are actually ideas that uproot the foundations

Setting things straight, I have no other business but these minor feuds

A song by [Wazir: self-reference to the artist Wazir Patar] settles the score

[Azaad: self-reference to featured artist Azaad 4L] has spoken

Has the conversation crossed the limits?

The talk has gone beyond the bounds

Beyond the bounds

I want to see my faith liberated even more

You won't understand this song just by hearing it once

You’ll have to listen to it four or five times on repeat

To see how I load the magazine to the brim in a frantic rush

This is how the Wazir-India album became a hit