Shouting At The Wall

I'm exhausted, last night I couldn't sleep

But when I did I could hear bombs in my dreams

Nightmare situation, how could they be so evil?

Making martyrs out children and innocent people

We expect the bombs, not knowing where next

Huddled in the corner of my room, trying to protect

My little brother as the building shakes like it's possessed

But nothing's stronger than the will of the oppressed

I bomb back with my lyrics and rhymes

Living in times tryna break Palestinian minds

What's hiding in the clouds hanging over my head?

My dad risks his life outside to buy bread

The fourth war in my twelfth year

At this stage I'm numb, no, I haven't felt scared

There's nothing I can do in this case to stay safe

I'm brave, even though this house could be my grave

I want freedom for the population

Two million prisoners living in this location

Shouting at the wall, but nothing is ever changing

That's life under an occupation

I want freedom for the population

Two million prisoners living in this location

Shouting at the wall, but nothing is ever changing

That's life under an occupation

Mothers mourn, frightened with grief

White sheets cover bodies that lie on the streets

Buildings turn to ash, but my mind is made of steel

So it doesn't take much for me to heal

Won't lose the will to live or lose our minds

My auntie lost her home, so she lost her life

But she's still alive but traumatised

By the bombs that flew in and dropped that night

My sister couldn't sleep, tried to stop her cries

I said it was fireworks, I was telling her lies

Where's the compassion? This is heartless

It's like they want us all living in darkness

Cutting off water and electricity for hours

They're knocking towers, but that's not knocking the power

That I have in my pen, when I'm writing I'm unstoppable

The microphone is the only escape possible

'Cause that's the way that I can speak my mind

I wonder how does the fighter pilot sleep at night

Knowing he can turn a city upside down all of a sudden

Slaughtering families with the push a button

I want freedom for the population

Two million prisoners living in this location

Shouting at the wall, but nothing is ever changing

That's life under an occupation

I want freedom for the population

Two million prisoners living in this location

Shouting at the wall, but nothing is ever changing

That's life under an occupation