Ghazza...Forever...
Part 1... [without extended speech]
Fuck a clone, they'll kill you with a drone,
like in Ghazza, the truth wasn't shown,
we cried high of questions like why?!,
"why kill the children from the sky?",
but they didn't have an answer,
and called it a lie!
So I'll tell you why.
When $50bn cant buy sacred land,
they fuck business, and take it in demand.
With an AK. in an arm or a stone in the palm,
kids fight back, standing united with Imaan.
They don't give a fuck if they die in the sand,
Coz they fought righteously for their homeland.
The Blood flows heavy in the Streets of Ghazza,
empty cries of children for Mother and Father.
I personally can't bare the next verse, F...... spittin' a curse...
Mothers pray reciting a Qur'anic verse,
as their son's sent for water to fulfil a sister's thirst,
But the kid never did return,
in White Phosphorus he did burn,
...nothing else for me to say,
simply to just pray...
"May his soul be in Peace"
- are my words at very least..........
While Israel murders with plans and with schemes,
the world looks away, lost in dreams.
Secret Societies to false-filled liabilities,
robotic-drones with human agilities,
all kept from your eyes, labelled conspiracy theories.
Bullets fly in every direction,
A child's head is a likely connection.
Homes, Schools, Mosques and Hospitals destroyed,
But who gives a fuck, just more soldiers deployed.
Bullets shower the earth like a monsoon season,
Blindly shootin' and stoppin' would be treason.
Its hard to express lost lives in a lyrical verse,
But when society's
Fucked, it's valid for a curse.
Guerilla Warfare in The Streets of
Golan Heights,
Where kids fight oppression through endless nights.
A place of Palestine of which you never heard,
Where blackouts from the media are always preferred.
Where curtains aren't drawn, schemes are born,
A silenced invasion of Golan Heights is at dawn.
Lives come and go, the future we don't know,
Who dies next? Only time will show.
A World of War is a path we all follow,
because we lined up for bullshit, ready to swallow,
Fuck Darwin's theory, your heads just hollow,
So don't search for the truth 'cause it'll just lead to sorrow.
Yeah it's true, even though it's in front of us, we're still blind to the truth,
We lose our dreams, end up wishing for a suicide booth.
It only takes a second to look up to the sky and ask God "Why?!"
but it takes forever for us to admit to a lie, So I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Coca-Cola, Starbucks, Marks & Spenser,
Why are their roots always under censor?
Ask if they're linked with Israel, you'll then find the answer.
Yes, they fund the military which puts Ghazza in a blender.
Mass murder to them, is only 'merely tender',
We only know that America's the weapon sender.
This is mass slaughter,
Blood runs like a river of water,
Fuck what you been told,
They professional killers, ice cold.
They'll fuck you like The Taliban,
Or rag you with their own clan,
You goin' down faster than this songs gets a ban.
Coz Israel don't give a fuck who dies or lives,
They jus' wanna make sure you get bombed in your cribs,
Won't stop till blood leaks from your ribs,
Split open like your eye lids.
You think this song is hard? Try living in
The Streets of Ghazza,
Your guaranteed to be forgotten like a kid with no Mother or Father.
Yeah, it's how life works,
So don't think you got it all when your drivin' your Benz. or your Mercs.
Yeah Death's comin' to you too,
Unexpectedly, straight out of The Blue.
I wrote this, in memory and in dedication to those who have lost their lives, lost loved ones and those that have been affected by the tragedy that happened in Ghazza...
This is for Palestine, Ramallah, West Bank, Ghazza,
For the Orphan child crying for Mother and Father.
Ghazza, Ghazza don't you cry...
...The Ummah will never let you die.