The Grip Again aka. A day in the life of a suicide bomber

[Intro Speech]
You have to and in the United States I'm sorry to tell you, you more than anybody have to grasp this simple truth
That the floor at the heart of the crisis between East and West, between the Muslim world and the rest
Is the half century or more of injustices visited upon the Palestinian people payed for, organised and armed by the United States America

[Verse 1]
The tanks came back and my house got shelled
The AVs came, kids start to yell
I'm sick o' this shit, my cousin got hit
If I was still 13, I'd be throwing bricks
In the mix by default cause I was born here
I feel to revolt, I've only known fear
Why they want my village? Can't grow corn here
They claim god's hand but another man steers
I'm sure o' that from the red sea to mount Ararat
Thinking 'bout packing C4 in my sack
Taking my self respect and my dignity
If you were living here, maybe you'd feel some affinity