Half A Year (Too Long)

Half a year of killings Half a year of murders Half a year of yelling And it ain't no body heard us Half a year of bombings And the world is an observer Half a year too long And they wanna take it further Half a year of killings Half a year of murders Half a year of yelling And it ain't no body heard us Half a year of bombings And the world is an observer Half a year too long And they wanna take it further Half a year but it's still feeling like 76 Judas was a brother till he put christ on a crucifex These Arab governments ain't together they just politic These Arab government come together they just riding dick They just fucking contradict Man they make me fucking sick They be sayin "free palestine" But zionist cheeks they lick Cuz they wanna hit a lick All about the Benjamins And this ain't fuckin Mike epps All about the Benjamins That motherfucking nitten These Arabs ain't lions Man they just fucking kittens These fucking vampires in their pockets have bitten Now they got them bent over like their asses be smitten Man this shit wasn't written, it was fucking type written So they could really fit in Wasn't theirs to be given Before these hoes, it was fucking "Great" Britain Sike It was always Palestine We will never be forgetting Half a year of killings Half a year of murders Half a year of yelling And it ain't no body heard us Half a year of bombings And the world is an observer Half a year too long And they wanna take it further Half a year of killings Half a year of murders Half a year of yelling And it ain't no body heard us Half a year of bombings And the world is an observer Half a year too long And they wanna take it further Now I'm done with my people let me talk to the west You be acting all great Tbh I aint impressed Acting all civizilized But you spreading all these lies On your TV you televise You just blinding all these eyes With this branding you devise And these labels you decide And the morals you define Acting all mighty high But you filthy inside You're greed has no confines As more profit you acquire Aint no such thing called democracy All your life is hypocrisy They doin this shit for monopoly Pissin in the pot where the gold would be Writing the story shaping what we see Drowning the masses in vanity Livin in the matrix, Issa fantasy Puttin on a show is the policy Tbh I don't care for the opinions of a white man I know myself I'm indigenous to this land My name is written in the mountains and the sand It is written in the citrus in the figs, in every strand So tell me where you stand? Do you understand? Do you really understand? Its all about the land Even when we die we stay faithful to the land When our bodies decompose they grow back into plants We will always remain, in our bodies in our souls When your blood courses through the roots Your story will be told Even when we die we stay faithful to the land When our bodies decompose they grow back into plants We will always remain, in our bodies in our souls When your blood courses through the roots Your story will be told Half a year of killings Half a year of murders Half a year of yelling And it ain't no body heard us Half a year of bombings And the world is an observer Half a year too long And they wanna take it further Half a year of killings Half a year of murders Half a year of yelling And it ain't no body heard us Half a year of bombings And the world is an observer Half a year too long And they wanna take it further