جواد 48
01-18-2009, 07:30 PM
GazA
Hit them jews with all you got
Those who wish to follow to free palestine
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
If I could recollect before my child hood days
I'd sit and reminisce, brother and bliss on the good days
I stop and stare at the younger brothers , my heart goes to them
They tested, it was stressed that they under
In our days, things changed
Everyone's ashamed to call them selfs arabs because the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
because any day they'll push the button
and all of you condemned like arafat and 3bd alnaser, died for nothing
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there's no need for you to fear me
if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it ain't about arab or jew, because we're human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, bombs got her crazy
Guess she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from out of the frying pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I set goals, take control, live out as i want it to be
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when its said and done
I bet this Brother be a better one
If I'm upset, you don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with us yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and still somthing is missing..
But am I less holy
because im an 48 arab and cant help my own brothers in gaza
Before we find world peace
We got to find peace and end the war that began since 1948
ya rab can you hear me speak!!
To pay the price of being occupied...
Hit them jews with all you got
Those who wish to follow to free palestine
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
If I could recollect before my child hood days
I'd sit and reminisce, brother and bliss on the good days
I stop and stare at the younger brothers , my heart goes to them
They tested, it was stressed that they under
In our days, things changed
Everyone's ashamed to call them selfs arabs because the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
because any day they'll push the button
and all of you condemned like arafat and 3bd alnaser, died for nothing
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there's no need for you to fear me
if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it ain't about arab or jew, because we're human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, bombs got her crazy
Guess she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from out of the frying pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I set goals, take control, live out as i want it to be
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when its said and done
I bet this Brother be a better one
If I'm upset, you don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with us yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and still somthing is missing..
But am I less holy
because im an 48 arab and cant help my own brothers in gaza
Before we find world peace
We got to find peace and end the war that began since 1948
ya rab can you hear me speak!!
To pay the price of being occupied...