Stretch out my hand
for the little kid from outta town
We both seen war
But I’m sitting here on concrete
whilst you enjoy sirens
that take you to safety
You can call it what you want
opposites or my fantasy
Picture it all day long
But this is my reality
Everything is wrong
We are strangers to peace
Pretend to be strong
The grass is greener on the other side of the wall
Well hell yeah coz grass dont even grow here anymore
it’s a fallacy, this thing called peace
they be preaching a remedy grab a gun and fight the enemy
I’m rambling but rubble is tumbling around me
I halt against the smoke of nuclear weaponry
it’s dangerous to dream, even think of being free
you can’t give hope to kids living with PTSD
and I hear these foreigners tryna speak accents melodramatic
but the arabs sip their tea lounging the leaders stay static
no freedom or peace it’s our homeland that we’re trapped in
they say the Middle East is collapsing, now who sounds like a fanatic?
we running on the beach
playing footy 2014
it’s a nice scene
then we get hit
they think we’re Hamas like we holding weapons
then we get hit
they think we recruits full of venom
we as young as 10 and they killed him alive
now I’m traumatised
I can hardly sleep at night
all I see when I close my eyes is my brother running free
then struck down from a rocket in the sky
trauma centres don’t make sense but they welcome me
I can write it all down but his voice will always follow me
and the world can rally round but when will we have peace?
when will we have peace?
how many more family members do we bury?
how many more little brothers predecease me?
how many more mothers gotta cry for their babies?
how many more times are you gna try and kill me?
it’s a tragedy
it’s my tragedy
it’s my reality