Reality

I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't scared of what's to come,
But this is the point of no return, there's no way I'ma run
For that is what defines bravery, it doesn't come in the form of a gun
It comes in the form of standing up to the sun
And having the balls to say to it "I can shine brighter"
And in the end really mean it instead of just dream it
And I don't know how long I have left, maybe it's a few weeks
Me and the boys came a long way from being a few geeks
Now revolutionaries in the making, as cruel life will have it
The near future could be bloody, I'm just trying not to panic
The last thing I need is everyone to hear a copy of my frantic
Because to be honest, I don't want to harm or be harmed
But it's hard to avoid either when your enemies are normally armed
The olive trees are burning down along with all that we farmed
Our truth and pain are the tools in which the future will be carved
Spray-painted death threats and Islamiphobia from where they hate us
Cars burning, bullets hurling, this is what surrounds us
So now we stand together and show how nothing gets around us
And we're gonna fight, even if it is reluctantly
Because the guests in our home don't act as they ought to be
So now I'm mentally preparing; I'm tryna avoid fatality
It's kinda funny how my favorite and hated word is in fact "reality"