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Blindside Album: The Great Depression Track: Yamkela Yamkela Lyrics Wasted, disposable dying scum Two months tops before silence replace your small beating drum Isn't that what we're all waiting for So we can go home and celebrate our good life But I feel gun powder Burning under my skin Don't say another word You might set off a spark Cause I've got gun powder Burning under my skin Take me back to TV-land Numbness is a safe zone They never trained me for reality I'm a reality-TV clone Now did you say your 10 going on 11 Something is terribly wrong Somehow I'm dying with you But I feel gun powder Burning under my skin Don't say another word You might set off a spark Cause I've got gun powder Burning under my skin Yemkela Don't leave now Written by Blindside / ©2005 DRT Entertainment, Inc. Song Description: 'Yemkela is a 10-year-old boy. He lives on the streets of Kayamande. His mom died of AIDS and his dad is gone. A normal person has 1000 T cells - if you have less than 200, you have AIDS - he has 20. When you see this kind of suffering you can choose to be numb to it or you can try to open yourself to a relationship. With meeting these people first hand and experiencing these emotions, you can't go back.' - Christian Lindskog (Blindside)

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