[Verse 1]

Right in the midst of the village where his clan lived, the youngun was slowly adapting to violence and the hate/

Praying that it wouldn't last, while he travels with a pass, tryna make a little gouda within an enemy state/

They stop him at the gate with a name/

That's arabic they already know that he muslim so they taunt him and let him know that he faced with disdain/

Though he looking at the soldier and his face was the same/

As his cousin Malik, who made it out and beat it the odds, from the killing squads/

Plus the many mobs for God/

It's demagogues giving bombs to the synogogues and mosques and let it eat away at the calm/

Yet he reading everyday the qur'an, not depending on a free ride/

He side with a two state solution for seeking his freedom and never mettle with the jihad/

Though the devil got his peeps tied/

It got him, knee deep in a tide of flesh, feeling weak up in his bones though he tried to rest/

Though it hurt him in his soul, gotta make it through the check, just to get a little money and provide the flesh/

So he hugs his kids, seeking freedom like it does exist/

Not sure in the spot raw, seeking an oasis in the sand, while the people in his clan, down to murder over land like bloods and crips, what"

[Verse 2]

"Gettin the heat from the children and all, working steady in the sun tryna finish up his work tho he feeling appalled/

Get his orders from the government, but he knows that he isn't keeping with the covenant in building this wall/

Yet it's blood lust, for the military soldiers in the field getting bum rushed/

And they be on making the gun bust/

So he works for the perks, tho he's knowing that it's unjust/

Feel as if it wasn't right from the start/

Cause the beef is over God, but the murder's over land between a people he couldn't tell apart/

Knowing all of em only human and struggling to try and make a mark/

In this land called, stand tall or be murdered by the bomb blast/

Give it everything you got, but regulate in the spot for the contrast, dying to stay alive and experience the bombast/

That his palms grasp/

Yet he be needing a break from this/

Hard day's work, many label hatefulness/

Although the state got a fateful twist he can't be leaving em straight shot, devoid of his gratefulness/

So he hugs his kids, seeking freedom like it does exist/

Not sure in the spot raw seekin an oasis in the sand, while the people in his clan down to murder over land like bloods and crips, what"