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Athar - Everyday Thing

Athar Barghouthi on February 23, 2013 21:37

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Everyday Struggle of life in the west bank
LYRICS:

Verse 1:
i'm going across borders jumpin' 20-feet walls
dark, so i can't see the ground when i fall
broke my leg but ain't no time to look back
cuz behind me is the pen where palestinians get stacked
How come going home has become illegal ?
either live like a B**** or you bust a desert eagle
now let me get back to the story i was tellin'
i'm runnin' with my cousin, behind us soldiers get to yellin'
the sirens go off as i'm tossed to the floor
i might not be back for 6 months or more
they're beating us up, tryin'a know which camp were we coming from
if i grab the .9 , i sware i'd be gunning them
but i ain't sayin' shit, and either is my cousin
he's a tough muthaf****, guess they thought that he wasn't
they're talkin shit about our families, this leads to a brawl
so i blast the .9 and run to the blackness as he falls
*but it's an everyday thing to murder*
*it's an everyday thing to kill*
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verse 2:
empty the clips, put a rock in your grip,
i f*** with 9mm's i ain't a rappa u can rip,
cock the mac and shoot, out comes the rhyme.
in the west bank dangerous warfare of crime,
let me introduce u to the devil's favorite streets,
pump-actions cocked and hidden in bed sheets,
runnin' from the green jeeps, duckin the rubber,
escapin' to the mountains, say goodbye to my mutha,
i might not be back for 2 years or more,
this is how i'm livin' in the palestinian war,
i give my farewells to my childhood years,
now's time to kiss happiness goodbye and shed tears,
i maybe fourteen but they don't give a f***,
i got my widow-maker, to hell with workin' for a buck,
been tryin' not to sin since i was little, now i'm outta luck,
the soulja's knockin down the door now i'm stuck..
so i turned violent.. *gunshots*
*but it's an everyday thing to be violent*
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verse 3:
straight out the palestinian streets, i bring the funky rhythm
my words are soul nutrition, a mind of a dope fiend in prison
i'm tryin'a teach a thing or two so listen to this vision
just another palestinian story of a prison
i'm living fast, grew a heart of brass as i pass the settlement
askin' will we last ? or will we pass tryin'a settle it ?
peddle to the metal, i see heaven infront of me
all it takes is a bullet to the temple, i see you gunnin' me
got a new blade, all it takes is a slash
picture blowin' my brains out.. i take a puff and i pass
i hear the soldiers knockin' down the door, there's nowhere to hide
f*** being incarcerated, i'd rather die
married to the violence in the streets of the west bank
if you're soft, you get tossed. a heart is a test rank
giving out mean mugs and they better stay silent
or i'ma make a ruckus, you know why ?
*cuz it's an everyday thing to be violent*

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