
Some lyrics:
“Tears trickle down my face, this is a war on my race
So don’t expect me to fall in my place
Think of the kids they can’t be replaced, its a disgrace
Over one million civilians displaced
Tryna hold back the cries, one hand on his mouth
His pops died at eleven, he’s the man of no house,
Ain’t no planning it out, that’s what his land is about,
And he'll be damned if he let them kick his family out
I’ve seen it, am i dreamin?
They call us names when they actin’ like extremists
They left us in pieces, that’s not what peace is
That’s not the teachings of Mohamed, Moses, Jesus…”
The song is to be released as a bonus track on his upcoming album, The Revolution. Read more about Belly here.
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