Ive been watching alot of documentaries recently, mostly on BBC/CNN and other local channels.One particular documentary caught my attention, it was about finding the reason of all these suicide bombings', They had shown a story where civilian killings had finished allmost an entire family (Ie. most of the family members had died in innocnt shootouts b/w the forces & the terorists) and the economy is dead so they cant earn nuthin. And terrorist were HIRING civilians AS suicide bombers with a promise that they will give their families MONTHLY BENIFITS if they do their dirty work. so what ive written is pretty much about that
It is the cause and effect of whats going on in the Mid. East...
(The italics is the terrorist talkin)
Verse 1
Sunny backdrops a contrast,dark room and no windows
a darkened skin tone,he's got nuthin but three fourths
in flipflops,his lips locked, he weeps with every thought
They sit & watch,listenin,feigning compassion from da start (They're)
"unstoppable,they came in hot,Ak's,grenades and handguns
Impossible to hunt,they left no notes or ransoms,with
Hostile situations, there is no source for income,
i beg of you,lemme do this- its for my mother and son"
"Its a tradegy,whats happened to a part of your family
dont worry my young brotha, we got a job that pays
handsomely,here is, a thousand dollars,but there's sumthin
you gotta do for me,Grab this vest by its collar, the trigger
and just follow me,Seven heavens, our mission is to sit on
them high clouds,while they swirlin all around you,forming
a kinda shroud,do this for your wife and daughter,just make
'em proud, but be sure to scream what we agreed on "LOUD"
Verse 2
As women and children browse, our scene is the local market
Jacket on and he's ready, he's chosing a good target
In the stalls or the corner, the middle or public toilets
"Cross" the middle up,see "X" is- the spot that marks it
No indication of what waitin,lil children run around
They playin,some fightin,pickin fallen fruits up from the ground
The british tourist smiles,while her youngest daughter frowns
she cant understand, what the hell the salesman's talkin bout
He creeps up,like a shadow, as its time for the finale
tries to pacify his conscious,its screamin,his chest is heavy
He's sweating,his shawl cannot conceal,the weight he's carryin
He fights it,he glistens,even the synapses are just ready
"God forgive me, for what i've done, and what i'm 'bout to do
This world cannot understand,the only one who does is you"
circuits charge up,C4 lights up, as the trigga finger moves
"GOD IS GREAT" fills the air,just before the sonic boom
Feedback about your thoughts on topic and contructive criticism would be appreciated.