I've eaten well in my life time, why rhyme? Allah sent you on me,
Or was it my leader, or perhaps my words, that brought you to my country?
Bullet holes in the walls from guns and sons fallen who stood tall,
Tanks that sank a building's pride in the midst of a brawl
I've never believed in pictures, sick nerds on the internet
With no electricity here to power my MacBook and whatever's left
Next to me in the rubble is a radio I used to play my American 80's music on,
Or listen to the holy words of the Qu'ran, which never really told us to make bombs
I hate those American bastards who defend their Israelite brothers to a tip,
So now I sit in the rubble, that good food I once ate will soon be shit.
And I am a part of this country...
Quick key holla.
That last bit was me being emotional. Dope topicalz!!!