Luck-One - Palestine lyrics

[Verse 1] Right in the midst of the village where his clan lived, the youngun was slowly adapting to violence and the hate/ Praying that it wouldn't last, while he travels with a pa**, tryna make a little gouda within an enemy state/ They stop him at the gate with a name/ That's arabic they already know that he m**m so they taunt him and let him know that he faced with disdain/ Though he looking at the soldier and his face was the same/ As his cousin Malik, who made it out and beat it the odds, from the k**ing squads/ Plus the many mobs for God/ It's demagogues giving bombs to the synogogues and mosques and let it eat away at the calm/ Yet he reading everyday the qur'an, not depending on a free ride/ He side with a two state solution for seeking his freedom and never mettle with the jihad/ Though the devil got his peeps tied/ It got him, knee deep in a tide of flesh, feeling weak up in his bones though he tried to rest/ Though it hurt him in his soul, gotta make it through the check, just to get a little money and provide the flesh/ So he hugs his kids, seeking freedom like it does exist/ Not sure in the spot raw, seeking an oasis in the sand, while the people in his clan, down to murder over land like bloods and crips, what" [Verse 2] "Gettin the heat from the children and all, working steady in the sun tryna finish up his work tho he feeling appalled/ Get his orders from the government, but he knows that he isn't keeping with the covenant in building this wall/ Yet it's blood lust, for the military soldiers in the field getting bum rushed/ And they be on making the gun bust/ So he works for the perks, tho he's knowing that it's unjust/ Feel as if it wasn't right from the start/ Cause the beef is over God, but the murder's over land between a people he couldn't tell apart/ Knowing all of em only human and struggling to try and make a mark/ In this land called, stand tall or be murdered by the bomb blast/ Give it everything you got, but regulate in the spot for the contrast, dying to stay alive and experience the bombast/ That his palms grasp/ Yet he be needing a break from this/ Hard day's work, many label hatefulness/ Although the state got a fateful twist he can't be leaving em straight shot, devoid of his gratefulness/ So he hugs his kids, seeking freedom like it does exist/ Not sure in the spot raw seekin an oasis in the sand, while the people in his clan down to murder over land like bloods and crips, what"