Sidi Kacem, Dawn Slips

Verse 1
Sidi Kasem, dawn slips through blinds of neglect,
The market roars to life, but the heart forgets to connect.
Officials in tailored grace count coins in the gray of night,
Speaking of progress, while the city holds its breath tight.

Chorus
Sidi Kasem, hear the heartbeat beneath the greed,
Rivers run dry, streets whisper what we truly need.
Raise your voice, break the chains, let the truth be told,
This city deserves a future, not a tale bought and sold.

Verse 2
From fields to river, the region’s wealth should glow,
But funds slip past the towns that truly need to grow.
Irrigation gates drip signatures in shadowed rooms,
While classrooms dim and clinics count their empty tunes.
Narrow interests steer the helm, personal gain the prize,
Resources drift away while the people pay the price.
The region’s riches—water, land, and grain—drift far and wide,
Leaving the next generation to pick up what’s left behind.

Verse 3
We raise our voices not in rage but in a vow to mend,
To demand accountability, budgets that defend.
Let audits walk the corridors, let openness take the stage,
Sidi Kasem will rise when truth maps out the page.
Let transparency sing in every council hall’s embrace,
Until the city breathing freely finds its rightful place.

Bridge
If change is a rhythm, let it pulse through every street,
Let the square become a chorus where justice and people meet.
No more secrecy, no more hush beneath the door,
Sidi Kasem, reclaim your future—let the light restore.

Final Chorus
Sidi Kasem, hear the heartbeat beneath the greed,
Rivers run dry, streets whisper what we truly need.
Raise your voice, break the chains, let the truth be told,
This city deserves a future, not a tale bought and sold.

Bollywood,Violin, Arabic, Afrobeats, Bass Guitar, Latino, Country, Male Vocals, Groovy, Moderate (76-108 BPM).