LYRICS | A chair seems simple, but in Gloc-9s Upuan, it becomes a mirror of power.
๐๐ฌ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฆ | A chair seems simple, but in Gloc-9โs โUpuanโ, it becomes a mirror of power. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ.
โ๐๐ข๐ช๐ฅ๐ค ๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ช๐ฅ๐ช๐๐ฃ, ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐คโ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ช๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐๐ฃโ
These words reflect how leaders forget the people once they taste comfort. They sit high while many are left hungry, watching the poor suffer as corruption keeps circling around.
Now, rallies rise in the streets. The people cry for justice, for leaders to be accountable, for stolen money to be returned. The upuan reminds us: ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ถ๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ. ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐น๐ผ๐ป๐ด๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ.
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