the reality
broadcastin live from the streets
where no one can eat,
the constant heat
got everyone strapped from head to feet,
direct action the only catalyst for change
do whatever it takes or else nothing remains,
back when stones had a voice
now all is speechless
so i choose music as a way for me to preach this
image and reality
of a hopeless mentality
ready to do whatever
don’t care whose backing me,
this is how they feel as they watch the future burn
open our schools up cause we also wanna learn,
suppressed and ridiculed
depressed, humiliated
and they say terrorism is somethin we educated,
so i ask all to open they eyes
and read between the lies
cause the truth is always hidden with a powerful disguise,
ima say whats on my mind
even if it cost my life
not even bush could stop me
cause its my god given right.
im here to tell you bout what you neva see
the occupation, the oppression, the reality,
and no terrorism isn’t our own weapon
it’s the name they give the weak when they showin aggression.
while streets rattle
walls are bein built to separate
shattering the dreams and hopes of havin our own state,
uprooted trees,
no chance of growin our own seeds
metaphorically speakin
how can we ever succeed,
so i plead
guilty of not facin the consequences
for hatin the other side
repeatin the sequences
constant battles, with no hesitation in retaliations
but postpones are made in excuse of negotiations,
so feel free
speak up and ask the 4 Ws
the truth is here to make you believe but it might trouble you,
so i breathe knowledge
and exhale what i learn
the streets are always teachin in an all year term,
so know i wanna preach while wacthin the world suffer
my obligation is to speak for those that cant utter
cause fear is the owner of where feelings are housed
but courage rules the kingdom, leavin the rest out.
im here to tell you bout what you neva see
the occupation, the oppression, the reality,
and no terrorism isnt our own weapon
it’s the name they give the weak when they showin aggression.
now let me get down to what im really tryin to say
from nablus to gaza it happens everyday
a mother loses another with no video to play
to remember the past of a soul taken away,
with our own money, we support the murderous killins
so who’s there to blame for the death of our children,
i start to point fingers, i point to you first
i blame myself to for not speakin at my birth,
trust me we can do it, but they thinking we aint able
cause they only thought of peace is keeping us unstable
im telling you the truth, people callin it a fable
the genocide of my race is layin on a table,
so im lendin a handout to those that have a dream
that our time is near, i know thats what you wanna hear,
no more checkpoints or roadblocks, we makin it stop
so if you ready or not its time we change the plot. |
