Solidarity Tune For #Palhunger!

when i was a child they taught me that prison is for the criminal who wants to harm me
…here my crime is, being born palestinian

Lyrics:

-verse 1-

they’re trying to mess with my head, psychologically
telling me my wife is cheating on me

i know he’s lying, the picture is clear
i know he’s bluffing, yet the lie still pressures me

it reminds me of how weak and helpless i am here
but my faith is strong, i know i will end up outside these walls

behind these bars time took a different definition
the day became an hour, and the minute became a second

i wasn’t born to live my life here
i wasn’t born to meet my family behind the glass and on the telephone

an m16 in the hand of a soldier wanting to teach you manners
want to defend yourself? heres a life sentence

who cares about us? definitely not my government
definitely not the law that never recognized my rights

you don’t need an expert to tell you how dirty their law is
when 40% of my people know what it means to be a political prisoner

sometimes i ask myself why i can’t be optimistic..
the plate gets thrown on the floor, its hardly eatable

when i was a child they taught me that prison is for the criminal who wants to harm me
…here my crime is, being born palestinian

the temperature of the floor
lets me know if its september or february
i remember my family, the sky, joy…

as many obstacles they put, i will never forget the seasons
i wont forget 48, i wont forget the massacres…

-chorus-

i will not rot, i know the day is coming
i am not rotting, i know the day is coming

-verse 2-

i ask of god to show me the end of this building
greet the relatives and tell them i still believe in wonders

i could have been a doctor, a singer, an engineer
…but fate is pointing a gun to my head

all my plans are disappearing in front of me
i’m sitting on a chair, handcuffed from the top and the bottom

the bread is hard
mother i feel im getting sick and dizzy
yet my focus is on freedom

im isolated far away and hidden from reality
mother i have a new friend, his name is as mine, and his face is the same as mine

solitary confinement, mother i miss my home
if i die, take all of my stuff
and throw my coffin at the judge

the ghosts of my ancestors are calling
demanding their land, where the prisons are, where their children are suffering

we have to remember the names,
i don’t see one drop of justice, all i see is administrative detention

i didn’t choose to be here, it wasn’t my choice
keep your head up, your life is valuable

their system thought it had everything under control
all of a sudden, a hunger strike began

they thought the human being is hungry and would be greedy for his food
but the human being is only hungry for one thing- the fall of the oppressor

the fall of the oppressor… the fall of the oppressor…

-chorus-

i will not rot, i know the day is coming
i am not rotting, i know the day is coming

Ma ra7 a3affen – ما راح اعفن – I will not rot

Vocals: Stormtrap Asifeh
Producer: Aras Seyhan
Scratches: Kolonel Bleep

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