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A song dedicated to martyr, "Hamza Al-Khateeb", who was killed during the Syrian Revolution. The 13-year old was captured alive, tortured to death and finally sent to his family with several bruises, burn marks, bullets and his penis cut off.
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The Official Originator Of Grunge-Rap.
I'm the letters that alphabet never heard about, the words that the lines couldn't manage to gather, the lines that the verses failed to comprehend, the verses that no song would dare to embrace, the song that no pen would ever write down.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #79
Peak in subgenre #10
Author
Iphorill
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Iphorill
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June 10, 2011
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:22
Story behind the song
I've never thought I'd ever write any song about politics, considering how deeply I resent it, but this song is different -- it's not political; it's rather humane. This little poor kid really broke my heart.
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[intro (in Arabic)] Translation: "He was captured alive then killed…Because…Because he was calling for freedom" [Hook] Mama don't cry, draw a smile on your face… Your little boy is now in a better place… You should really see the view from up here… Our nation no longer knows any fear… [Verse I] Have you ever heard of the astounding Phoenix rising from the ashes? We'll finally be next. It's time for the prefix "ex" to be added to "era"; a new one is coming, I've had it with terror, I'll be granted a vast horizon. The broken dream of freedom at last is rising. Number 13 is no longer a misfortune I've spent 12 years coping with the distortion of this notion of theirs they call democracy, at thirteen I could clear the fog and see my tremendous bravery to aspire and pursue freedom and end this slavery you've killed me but I swear to never let you sleep without nightmares end with a scream; "Hamza Al-Khateeb" [Hook] Mama don't cry, draw a smile on your face… Your little boy is now in a better place… You should really see the view from up here… Our nation no longer knows any fear… [Verse II] I'm very proud of all these bullets and bruises Every scar oozes with dignity. The truth is I die, I win and it's my killer who loses I'm a violin plays the victory music I fueled this revolution that's gonna lead us to pride, our gift to every new born fetus. You've cut off my penis; still I'm going to breed revolutionaries fighting, hoping to bleed on their soil, I'm gonna make their blood boil and explode with rage, no rifles are gonna foil their revival they're too loyal to this saintly cause they will eventually triumph against the odds. [Bridge (In Arabic )] X4 Translation "People want to overthrow the regime" [Hook]X2 Mama don't cry, draw a smile on your face… Your little boy is now in a better place… You should really see the view from up here… Our nation no longer knows any fear…
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