[Verse 1]
Right in the midst of the village where his clan lived, the youngun was slowly adapting to violence and the hate/
Praying that it wouldn't last, while he travels with a pass, tryna make a little gouda within an enemy state/
They stop him at the gate with a name/
That's arabic they already know that he muslim so they taunt him and let him know that he faced with disdain/
Though he looking at the soldier and his face was the same/
As his cousin Malik, who made it out and beat it the odds, from the killing squads/
Plus the many mobs for God/
It's demagogues giving bombs to the synogogues and mosques and let it eat away at the calm/
Yet he reading everyday the qur'an, not depending on a free ride/
He side with a two state solution for seeking his freedom and never mettle with the jihad/
Though the devil got his peeps tied/
It got him, knee deep in a tide of flesh, feeling weak up in his bones though he tried to rest/
Though it hurt him in his soul, gotta make it through the check, just to get a little money and provide the flesh/
So he hugs his kids, seeking freedom like it does exist/
Not sure in the spot raw, seeking an oasis in the sand, while the people in his clan, down to murder over land like bloods and crips, what"
[Verse 2]
"Gettin the heat from the children and all, working steady in the sun tryna finish up his work tho he feeling appalled/
Get his orders from the government, but he knows that he isn't keeping with the covenant in building this wall/
Yet it's blood lust, for the military soldiers in the field getting bum rushed/
And they be on making the gun bust/
So he works for the perks, tho he's knowing that it's unjust/
Feel as if it wasn't right from the start/
Cause the beef is over God, but the murder's over land between a people he couldn't tell apart/
Knowing all of em only human and struggling to try and make a mark/
In this land called, stand tall or be murdered by the bomb blast/
Give it everything you got, but regulate in the spot for the contrast, dying to stay alive and experience the bombast/
That his palms grasp/
Yet he be needing a break from this/
Hard day's work, many label hatefulness/
Although the state got a fateful twist he can't be leaving em straight shot, devoid of his gratefulness/
So he hugs his kids, seeking freedom like it does exist/
Not sure in the spot raw seekin an oasis in the sand, while the people in his clan down to murder over land like bloods and crips, what"
Right in the midst of the village where his clan lived, the youngun was slowly adapting to violence and the hate/
Praying that it wouldn't last, while he travels with a pass, tryna make a little gouda within an enemy state/
They stop him at the gate with a name/
That's arabic they already know that he muslim so they taunt him and let him know that he faced with disdain/
Though he looking at the soldier and his face was the same/
As his cousin Malik, who made it out and beat it the odds, from the killing squads/
Plus the many mobs for God/
It's demagogues giving bombs to the synogogues and mosques and let it eat away at the calm/
Yet he reading everyday the qur'an, not depending on a free ride/
He side with a two state solution for seeking his freedom and never mettle with the jihad/
Though the devil got his peeps tied/
It got him, knee deep in a tide of flesh, feeling weak up in his bones though he tried to rest/
Though it hurt him in his soul, gotta make it through the check, just to get a little money and provide the flesh/
So he hugs his kids, seeking freedom like it does exist/
Not sure in the spot raw, seeking an oasis in the sand, while the people in his clan, down to murder over land like bloods and crips, what"
[Verse 2]
"Gettin the heat from the children and all, working steady in the sun tryna finish up his work tho he feeling appalled/
Get his orders from the government, but he knows that he isn't keeping with the covenant in building this wall/
Yet it's blood lust, for the military soldiers in the field getting bum rushed/
And they be on making the gun bust/
So he works for the perks, tho he's knowing that it's unjust/
Feel as if it wasn't right from the start/
Cause the beef is over God, but the murder's over land between a people he couldn't tell apart/
Knowing all of em only human and struggling to try and make a mark/
In this land called, stand tall or be murdered by the bomb blast/
Give it everything you got, but regulate in the spot for the contrast, dying to stay alive and experience the bombast/
That his palms grasp/
Yet he be needing a break from this/
Hard day's work, many label hatefulness/
Although the state got a fateful twist he can't be leaving em straight shot, devoid of his gratefulness/
So he hugs his kids, seeking freedom like it does exist/
Not sure in the spot raw seekin an oasis in the sand, while the people in his clan down to murder over land like bloods and crips, what"
( Luck-One )
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