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Syria
- All day, in and out,
- mama check his bed room,
- but he ain't there,
- slayers out for blood still,
- but she won't fear, know her maker
- takes care of killers taking lives for cheap,
- Running is no option, cause I want eyes to see,
- Young souls they reap cold,
- befo' they own people,
- foes they feed and keep close,
- pray quiet at night cause if ya god's not,
- mister great doctor president,
- like this guy, on his way,
- from the mosque,
- got stopped at a checkpoint,
- soldier asked him "who is god?"
- He said: "Allah",
- soldier asked for pass,
- wrote the man adress on a pad,
- before the man,
- had time to wake up ex felons
- checked in and hit his house up with all,
- but pellets and his spouse perished
- out the yard, one shot finished her off,
- sleepings hard, hearing her screams,
- falling through the walls,
- might, make you deaf, indefinitely,
- doctor says the traces of abuse are too evident,
- Forgiving or forgetting ain't, too prelevant,
- the year later, back from work,
- home, feeling air heavy with,
- scent smoke, ash and dirt,
- surrounding folks, black grass pave paths on earth,
- hope this curse ain't heaven sent,
- How the fuck you mutilate, rape my wife,
- then burn down my fucking residence?
- man
- [HOOK]
- God feels hate mile away,
- got time to blow bridges,
- ya daughter just got raped,
- son missing, dad dead,
- now go figure the fate
- of they who know love for nothing but
- captains, admirals,
- oath of yo blood can't renege,
- shoot they own mom's for revenue,
- and split checks,
- send the hit squad on my fam,
- If I try, Peel scale off beasts,
- try to chop his head off clean,
- do I dare? hell yeah I do my thing,
- Fuck em, Rest In peace to gram,
- but Imma chew right in,
- Way late as hell already,
- where the fuck are all of my friends?
- Gentlemen, my span had yo attention,
- Green busses made fuss up,
- and now I'm just curious,
- why's my cuz in ya prison?
- said we got him, 2 months from now he gets released,
- in the 4th soon,
- motherfuck compensation,
- If It ain't her son breathing,
- then his mother don't want shit back,
- just atleast some admission,
- then she said that,
- [HOOK]
- 4 fucking months, Four fucking months,
- more bruises on his back than on soldies on the front,
- head bashed, bat cracked his spine trapped in a tire,
- face slashed with knives, 4 fucking months?,
- came out looking like he did life,
- what's the point of peace at least a brief cease,
- If you can't live it right? Death on the plate
- either that or it's jail,
- Food on tables, scarce,
- relations be, rare,
- beware if you fear ya neighbourhood hates ya,
- starve and take a loss rather than start asking for favors,
- when you be displaced for the sake of ya neighbours,
- MID came by, and they said,
- what you did, who you relate to,
- straight shook em down,
- "Him? Keep going, newbie tell the troops to look em down,
- shoot em on the spot, bother not to book em down"
- Know you told em who I am and where,
- Know you in a tough spot, but why'd you assist?
- I who have nothing but the bread,
- but now I got nothing now they coming for my head?
- I who have nothing, even running outta tears,
- but it's alright, If ever I see you,
- know you're fucking dead,
- It's like I said, man
- [HOOK]
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