A little piece of information, brittle pieces defamation

Middle east is my formation it'll crease the declaration if we

Lease our blessed nation, holy land and modernization

Honey's gone, and so is inflation, of our spirits we're the masons

Must we wait for revelation? No

Understand, it's the prophet dabbling strokes on the piano

Mic in hand, I dip into this mind state

Where the only sound that matters is the oral landscape

Where the lyrics is paint, and the mind is the canvas

The true meaning of art universal like an atlas, at last

Tired MCs can rest, wired MCs can test, blow up on CDs at best

Why? Verbality is dead, banality has led

The majority of heads into money-driven sleds

Street exegesis, a 16 bar text for a thesis

The truth is blinding but we still think it's beneath us

I saw her sitting in the corner crying

Trying to maintain her sanity from all the lying

Her soul is yelling out, we all hear but we don't wanna listen

We rather shine and glisten

Blind rats caught up in the system

Where 1 in 5 can barely survive, the drama is live

You work hard but cant get out of the hive

3 years of your life, the guns and the knife

Tragedy's trifle, your family is paying the price

Who is to blame? No one is taking the fault

They speak of milk and honey but I'm getting water and salt

Let me retort, it ain't a sport, they lie by default

More promises of hope, more blood on the asphalt

Is she in front of our eyes? Is she beneath us?

Whether you pray to hashem, allah or jesus

She's real, not a myth, a mystery or a makeshift

She's right there, you just got to get up and face it