D-Sisive
Derek Christoff, better known by his stage name D-Sisive, is a Canadian rapper, best known for his Juno-nominated EP The Book, his hit single "Nobody with a Notepad" (for which D-Sisive and collaborator Muneshine won SOCAN's fourth annual ECHO Songwriting Prize) and his 2009 Polaris Music Prize-nominated album Let the Children Die (which was launched by the success of "Nobody with a Notepad").
Beginnings and withdrawal from spotlight
D-Sisive first emerged in the late 1990s with a number of independent singles which were popular in the Toronto hip hop scene, but took a six-year break from performing and writing due to a battle with depression following his mother's death in 2001 and father's death in 2007. The death of his mother inspired him to release the EP J.A.C., named after her, while Christoff's response to losing his parents is heavily documented on releases such as The Book and Let the Children Die.
Despite this absence, his talents were showcased on DJ Format's popular 2005 album If You Can't Join 'Em... Beat 'Em, and Christoff performed alongside fellow Canadian rapper Abdominal in the music video for DJ Format's hit single '3 Feet Deep'. Further, a collection of recordings from the early period of D-Sisive's career has been released on a widely available bootleg entitled Yesterday. The Mixtape.
World War III
World War III (WWIII, WW3 or the Third World War) is a hypothetical worldwide military conflict subsequent to World War II. Because of the development and use of nuclear weapons near the end of World War II and their subsequent acquisition and deployment by several countries, it is feared that a third world war could cause the end of human civilization and most or all human life on Earth. A common hypothesis is that a small number of people could survive such an Armageddon, possibly in deep underground blast shelters or away from Earth, such as on the Moon or Mars or in space vehicles. Another major concern is that biological warfare could cause a very large number of casualties, either intentionally or inadvertently by an accidental release of a biological agent, the unexpected mutation of an agent, or its adaptation to other species after use.
One of the first imagined scenarios, hypothesized shortly after or even during World War II, was a nuclear war between the United States and the Soviet Union, which emerged as superpowers following World War II. This has been widely used as a premise or plot device in books, films, television productions, and video games. A few writers have instead applied the term "World War III" to the Cold War, arguing that it met the definition of a world war even though there was no direct armed conflict between the superpowers.
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by: D-sisiveOne day your story will be told
Beneath the likes of your deserted fate
One day they'll make you glorious
One of the lucky ones who's made his name
One day your story will be told
Beneath the likes of your deserted fate
One day they'll make you glorious
One of the lucky ones who's made his name
I hope you can sleep through the night, man
The truth is I can't
Because of you and your hype, man
Quite the show
All that for 19 dollars and a coat
My back to the wall, a knife to my throat
Scared that my life could be over with a slice
Hands in my pocket, wallet out my jeans
Robbed of my jacket, tangled in my sleeves
Knuckles on my cheeks, steps on my spine
Grunts while you punched, laughs while I cried
And I cried like a child, my dignity stripped with my
parka
Bet you are proud of your glorious self
Now we both have a story to tell
But you get to tell yours with a smile,
I get to see mine every night I close my eyes
One day your story will be told
Beneath the likes of your deserted fate
One day they'll make you glorious
One of the lucky ones who's made his name
I hope you can sleep through the night, man
The truth is I can't
It all happened so fast, all I did was walk
Minded my business in silence, innocent
You and your boy had another plan for me,
And a reputation to build
You could see the weakness in my steps,
And was right when you guessed that I was no fighter
I could have been but I wasn't
You took the risk, I was left bloody
I was bruised while you bragged to your buddies
"The weeds on me," paid with my 20
You reenact the scene for your boys,
Imitate my cries from punches thrown
They beg, "Please tell the story once more"
While I'm too afraid to walk out my front door
One day your story will be told
Beneath the likes of your deserted fate
One day they'll make you glorious
One of the lucky ones who's made his name
I hope you can sleep through the night, man
The truth is you have no clue
I bet you don't even remember me
I'm one amongst many in your memories
It's hard work robbin kids of they confidence
It's impossible to remember every pocket picked
Every tear on the sidewalk
Every kid fearin for they life, but
Believe me, every one of us remember you
We all try to forget but we never do
We'll forever see that moment that you let us through
To forgive is not something we intend to do
You turned our shadows into monsters
For a chain, a jacket and some dollars
I hope you can sleep through the night, man
Cause I can't, thanks, goodnight.