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The Guru's Curse 2 by Om

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The Guru's Curse 2

Hip Hop,Any Vocals

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[Verse 1]
I walked past incense, an ash-streaked altar and a hymn that cut like glass,
Tiny shoes in a row, locked notebooks, names taped on the last desk's back.
He smiled in translator tones, made riddles feel like rescue lines,
Turned questions into shackles, taught us silence as design.
Rituals ripple, relics rust — secrets sold for silver and spite,
A ledger kept in marble veins, a candle snuffed at midnight.
He was a peddler of false light, an architect of ruin in plain sight,
Promised knowledge, perfected the spin, then called our hunger a blight.
[Chorus]
The Guru's curse — children pay the price.
Locked notebooks, quiet chairs, traded innocence for lies.
[Verse 2]
I learned the grammar of his hush — how to swallow every why,
How “curiosity is sin” became a lullaby.
He named himself the translator, the bridge between stone and sky,
But hands that should have guided taught fractures how to multiply.
Classroom echoes turned to ash, incense settled on our pens,
We whispered like small ghosts, wrote our truths on paper dens.
He used controversy as camouflage, trouble as a game to gain,
Built his kingdom on our silence — profit inked in shame.
[Chorus]
The Guru's curse — children pay the price.
We count the missing verses, tally the quiet and the cries.
[Bridge]
But there’s a ledger that can open, a sun that pries the seam,
We pull the covers from the altar, spill the light on every scheme.
Names that were erased come back, voices learning to insist,
Locked notebooks click open — small hands reach for the list.
We trade the hush for song, replace fear with a witness line,
We pull the stories from the dark and flash them in a brash new light.
[Verse 3]
No more translator’s sugar, no more masks to soften blows,
We speak the words: assault, abuse — and call the system where it shows.
Knowledge isn't poison — it’s the key we kept disguised,
And every child’s small courage is the spark that testifies.
He was a curse, a ploy to plunder, a name that fed our grief,
But grief is not forever — it’s the ground where truth finds leaf.
[Final Chorus]
The Guru's curse — children pay the price.
We break the chain, unlock the books, watch the sunrise split the night.
[Outro]
Ash-streaked altars cool to stone, the incense clears like rain,
Quiet chairs refill with laughter, tiny shoes tap free again.
The legacy was hard and loud, but louder still our right:
To learn, to name, to heal — to step from shadow into light.
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