Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The Inner Flow

I swear it’s shrieking in my head
All these words I never said
All that I kept concealed in me
And all that has been eating me
From inside out
They’re like the scarabs in the Mummy
Egypt you know I’m with you, I swear its sorta funny
We watch and get inspired, and yet Palestine accomplishes nothing
That’s why I’ve been a mess lately, I’m waiting for revolution
I swear I’ll give it all just to see my country’s evolution
We used to be something, now we’re all just cowards
We’re all just little buds now, can we please become flowers?
Cause now we lock our thoughts inside, too afraid to set them free
So now I guess I’m gonna have to make an example out of me:
Obama, you lied to us, you promised us a change
And now I keep my hands in my pockets looking for change
Abbas, you arent one of us. You should move to Israel
Enjoy hovering on top of us, soon you’ll know what bottom feels
Mubarak, you now have what you had coming
It brings a smile to my face to watch you now go running
I’m stuck on “Revolution” mode, call me Huey Freeman
And if you all march with me, I promise we’ll be free men
Everybody use your minds, please stop thinking through semen

“Palestine Papers”, and not one said a word?
How can we start a change if our voices can’t be heard?
How do we teach the next generation when we don’t even have the lesson learned?
How can we say we’re Palestinians if we don’t even have the title earned?
A people so battered, with no will to keep fighting.
Kick me down like a dog, but I swear I’ll keep biting
And I swear I’ll keep writing
Till my pen runs out of ink
And till my entire fleet sinks
Everybody sober up, you’re drunk off these oppressing drinks
I’m sick of getting searched three times a week when I go visit family.
Let’s get rid of all these checkpoints, they’re clogging the country’s arteries
Let’s become our own nation and turn our sorrow into poetry

This isn’t all I wanna write, I still have some spare ink left in me
Ali, tell Jalal though we haven’t spoken in a while, he’s still a part of me.
Last time I spoke to him, he was in the slumps
Just let him know he’s got potential
And that this life is just a rental.
He can pull himself through it all, I swear I have my faith in him
We’re gonna watch him pull it through, he’ll make it all through thick and thin
When you think he’ll lose he’ll win
Doesn’t matter where he’s been.
As long as he’s committed I know his future aint looking grim

To all of the women here, I hope I spell this loud and clear
Don’t listen to the media, they cloud your mind much worse than beer
As long as you stay straight, there’s nothing that you should fear
You don’t need all that makeup, I swear without it you look great
Since when do you need a TV to inform you about your weight?
End your insecurity, this here is my postulate:
When you know yourself, there’s not much more to cater to
Using common sense, I promise you can find the better you

The beat I wrote this to is the beat to Words I Never Said
And from here on out I promise not to keep thoughts locked up in my head.


It’s so loud Inside my head
With words that I should have said!
As I drown in my regrets
I can’t take back the words I never said
I can’t take back the words I never said

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