I'm exhausted
Last night, I couldn't sleep
And when I did, I could hear bombs in my dreams
Nightmare situation
How could they be so evil?
Making martyrs out of children and innocent people

We expect the bombs, not knowing where next
Huddle in the corner of my room trying to protect my little brother
As the building shakes like it's possessed
But nothing's stronger than the will of the oppressed
I bomb back with my lyrics and rhymes
Living in a time trying to break the Palestinian minds
What's hiding in the clouds hanging over my head
My dad risks his life outside to buy bread

The fourth floor in my 12th year
In this stage, I'm numb, no, I haven't felt scared
There is nothing I can do in this case to stay safe and brave
Even though this house can be my grave

I want freedom for the population
Two million prisoners living in this location
Shouting at the wall but nothing is ever-changing
That's life under an occupation

I want freedom for the population
Two million prisoners living in this location
Shouting at the wall but nothing is ever-changing
That's life under an occupation

Mothers mourn, fighting with grief
White sheets cover bodies dead lying in the streets
Buildings turn to ash, but my mind is made of steel
So it doesn't take much for me to heal
Or lose the will to live or lose our minds
My auntie lost her home so she lost her life
But she's still alive but traumatized
By the bombs that flew in and dropped at night

My sister couldn't sleep, tried to stop her crying
So I said it was fireworks, so I was telling her lies
Where is the compassion? This is heartless
It's like they want us all living in darkness
Cutting off water and electricity for hours
They're knocking towers
But that's not knocking the power that I have in my pen
When I'm writing, I'm unstoppable
The microphone is the only escape possible

'Cause that's the way that I can speak my mind
Or wonder how if it's to fight or find sleep at night
Knowing he can turn the city upside down all of a sudden
Slaughtering families with the push of a button

I want freedom for the population
Two million prisoners living in this location
Shouting at the wall but nothing is ever-changing
That's life under an occupation

I want freedom for the population
Two million prisoners living in this location
Shouting at the wall but nothing is ever-changing
That's life under an occupation