Misinterpreting the Silence (feat. OM) Video (MV)

This is an MC, tryna put facts thru these bars
For the system, that overlooks the bruises n scars
Me, I go hard on my life, so u can say I come thru tough times
Feel the lord enlightening me while I'm writing rhymes
Talk social, look around you'll see beefs n flying knives
Administration careless, no justice, they just stacking the files
Sheer disrespect, growing number of female foeticides
Not a single answer for the endless number of farmers suicides
Take a look around, we live in a nasty hood
Brotherhood? We ain't safe in our own neighborhood
I get it straight n simple, try n get the sense outta my lines
Go to the depth of what I spit, no gimmick in my rhymes
Mere lines come to life when words meet the ink
Capable to awaken your sleeping conscience at a blink
Just think, we surrounded by enemies of our breath
While we born passengers, anyway our destination is death
And I don't give a f*ck about the rules no more
The shit's getting crazy can't take it anymore
They sitting in those lavish rooms responsible for the violence
Just cuz we don't say anything, don't misinterpret the silence
Badi badi hasti jal gayi puri basti
Maut mehengi zindagi yaha hai sasti
Masti tere samaj ki hai masti, masti tere samaj ki
Ye na karo wo na karo karo to bharo
Bhagao choro lagao joro shoro se na khali katore se
Bharegi izzat in choro se haramkhoro se
Insaan ko pehchano samaj koi god nahi, Aur caste wala yaha koi odd nahi
Bematlab ki baate sab chod yahi, ek jaisa sabka yaha pe ye road sahi
Rape crime badhe Inkehi raj me, bache budhe mare na mile unhe anaj re
Khursiya karo garam tumhe to aaram hai Waado pe muto aur kya Kaam hai
Karodo ghotale karodo Ke daam hai
Inhi logo se mera bharat badnam hai
Sambhal jao abhi yahi mera paigam hai, Soyi thi kabhi jag chuki wo awaam hai
And I don't give a f*ck about the rules no more
The shit's getting crazy can't take it anymore
They sitting in those lavish rooms responsible for the violence
Just cuz we don't say anything, don't misinterpret the silence
I'm a truth to my soul, like religion is for people
If strugglers die, thousands come back like sequels
I'm equal to atomic bombs mixed with corruption
67 years gone still we call it our inception
Still cussing life for no reason, bear the pain n frustration
It's like our life's charge sheet, is full of accusations
Food for the poor, security for our women
Mercy nowhere to be found, but yea, we still "growin"
Showing no regret for all the lives they ruined
Screwing everybody with fake promises, they doing
No good, for my hood, my city, my nation
Tricking masses every couple of years in a similar fashion
Elections, the only time they show up in streets & slums
Even Usain Bolt won't run, like all you Randoms (Ran Dumbs)
I hope each of my punches hits' em hard on their jaw
My every word guilty like every teeth of the blade in the chainsaw