The Grip Again

[George Galloway: "You have to--and in the United States, I'm sorry to tell you, you more than anybody--have to grasp this central truth: that the flaw at the heart of the crisis between East and West, between the Muslim world and the rest, is the half century or more of injustice visited upon the Palestinian people, paid for, organized and armed by the United States of America." ]

The tanks came back
My house got shelled
The AVs came
The kids start to yell
I'm sick of this shit
My cousin got hit
If I was still thirteen I'd be throwing bricks
In the mix by default, cause I was born here

I fear? 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 of that
From the Red Sea to Mount Ararat
Thinking 'bout packing C4 in my haversack
Taking back my self-respect and my dignity
If you were living here, maybe you'd feel some affinity

Military service, young men get paranoid
Looking at us like we're aliens on this asteroid
Group-scape ID, checking at the gate
And there's no amount of preaching that can penetrate the hate
Breakdowns in front of CNN
Refugee camp shakedowns happening again
This is tresspass
Got a Nissan ann my group forged a press pass
I'm dying anyway
Whose god is real.. let's ask..

Living in the grip again

So why the hell do you think I do this
Mr Flock's interference, stirring up shit
Britain and America make me wanna flip
Zionists and supremacists tightening their grip

Fuck Bush, Blair and Sharon
Keep us blind to the facts of what really goes on
But it's the men behind the scenes that really maintain the con
I've paid a lot of tax and bought a fraction of a bomb

Made it through the roadblock, I started to sweat
I feel the heat of sunset on the back of my neck
Feel nothing for the soldiers that hate my guts
They'd probably beat me if they could, with their rifle butts

And foreigners don't see this, the everyday suppression
Illegal occupation, Fox News never questions
1967, my parents told the tale
Now, 40 years later, my country's like a jail

I made it to city, with false ID
My English is good and BBC
Cameras for props, see I'm well prepared
Ready for death, but of course I'm scared

That ain't nothing, I'm way more frustrated
Sick of being a victim, being subjugated
This is a war and I've a right to fight
Give my life for my cause in the heat of the night

The street's packed and the checkpoint's busy
I fill up my lungs and my senses are dizzy
Sounds and the smells of a place called Earth
Where human rights vary on your place of birth

For what it's worth I'mma redress a bit of balance
I'm not brainwashed, just prepared to be a martyr
Young firestarter and the world won't act?
Detonate my body, take some dignity back

["The message is, of course, 'If you fight back, we're gonna kill you. If you engage in non-violent direct action, we're gonna kill you. If you do nothing, we're gonna kill you.' Armed struggle, by the way, is recognized in international law. You have the right to resist your occupier."]

So why the hell do you think I do this?
Mr Flock's interference, stirring up shit
Britain and America make me want flip
Zionists and supremacists tightening their grip

Fuck Bush, Blair and Sharon
Keep us blind to the facts of what really goes on
But it's the men behind the scenes that really maintain the con
I've paid a lot of tax and bought a fraction of a bomb