A little piece of ground
A little piece of ground
A little piece of ground
Ain’t a lot to go around
Israel is not a state
More like statement
A face of hate, a disgrace
Should stay in the basement
Not ready to face men
They place their cards in haste,
Make way for the late men
They think they can come in with a whole lotta ease
They think they can make their settler colonies
Bring some nations to their knees
Cease firing on deceased
Watch tensions increase
As we plant them olive trees
Yeah
Let me tell you a story,
A tale as old as time
A tale told by the elders,
A tale that is now mine,
Long long ago in the sand far away,
There used to be a Pharoah, who saw kids in his way,
The tyrant told his people
— Kill all the boys!
And he had no mercy, he watched them all die;
There is another tale closer to this very day,
Where the king didn’t hesitate
To kill kids in his way,
Yes we go a little north to a place called Palestine,
A place for the martyrs, a place of the deceased;
A place for those in heaven, a place of the Deen;
A place of those who walked, on Sirat-ul-Mustaqeem;
They’ve seen they’re brothers slain
And they’ve seen a lot of pain
They’ve seen the bombs drop,
Time and time again;
Their suffering is real,
Israel is in the way
A limb detached last week,
A baby dead today;
How in the name of Yahweh,
Are you even going to face
The God who created you in,
His likeness, His image?
Well I don’t think He did, ‘coz my God is not a monster
You’re spawns of the devil, and it’s land that you’re after
Mothers thrown out of their homes,
Children dying in the streets,
The Zionists claim
They’re the harbingers of peace
A people now burn
It’s all your fault,
Mosques lie empty
No one to hear the call
To the prayer,
No friar in the Church
Watch my brothers in the purge
Not fair, no Sir!
Throw your shells throw your bombs throw the pellets in the air,
Start up a fire, set the people on a flare
Palestinians do not care
They are not scared
The Promised Land belonged to them and it is still theirs!
A little piece of ground
A little piece of ground
A little piece of ground
Ain’t a lot to go around
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אני הולך בכביש הריק
אני אוהב זה ארץ הזית
הארץ חם,הארץ לא תמים
מיום ליום,
מסגדים מוכתמים
בדם
וגם לא מם
אתה תל אביב שלי,
אני ירושלים שלך
חבר? לא.
ארץ? לא.
זה רע? כן.
שָׂטָן? כן
