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Peak #8,758
Peak in subgenre #5,214
Author
thug soldier
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thug soldier
Uploaded
June 11, 2003
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Story behind the song
the fact that i can understand whats happened while others blindly hate, ive tried to show them...
Lyrics
Through My Eyes:
The days-started and clay-hardened as I wake-up-at-four/
Place-rotten, face-hottened the heats spraying-me-raw/
There are no Snakes-at-the-door as I’m kneeling-to-pray/
I don’t know why but I have a bad feeling-today/
I’m seeing-a-pain like the conflicts will start over-again/
The peace is weak will I be sitting here holding-me-friend?/
My shoulder-his-bed, cant be another resting-place/
Protect myself and family, put the rest-in-faith/
Beats at a breathless-rate, my wife kissed-my-neck/
Sitting near me, no sandals I saw her blisters-red/
“There’s no risk-Ahmed, go work we’ll be safe-alone”/
Still I feared when I left she’d be raped-at-home/
My fears faded-slow as I kissed my sons' fore-heads/
Hoping they never see the day when there are more-dead/
They both snore-slept , picked up my broom-and-left/
Images across my mind of how our single room-was-kept/
in front of it at tombs-I-wept but couldn’t pay for a grave-stones/
No one mourns the dead when they’re buried deep by a slave’s-home/
The sun was now rising, I walked the sandy-streets/
my mind worn down as much as my hands-and-feet/
Look at it through my eyes, what would you do-in-my-place?/
If you lived in a society where even the rulers-had-hate/
At schools-you-debate me, some turning truths-into-lies/
How can you judge me far away? How can you look-through-my-eyes?/
My soles scraping I limped on, the sun making my eyes-close/
No water , saliva the only taste in my dry-throat/
My mind-floats to better-days before we were set-astray/
Thoughts of my family made sure evil was kept-away/
In a place of such sorrow she is the love-of-my-life/
We're each others cornerstones to stay above-all-the-strife/
Suddenly-light surrounded me as I heard my sons-laugh/
His echoes in my head so sweet against the sound of gun-blasts/
I smiled at the illusions of seeing them shouting-and-playing/
Chasing each other in games, my wife and I proudly-displaying/
All that we've been struggling for,they the fruits-of-our-labour/
The one thing I've taught my sons is that truth-is-our-saviour/
And that the troops-that-are-haters wont be here for too-long/
Through years I’ve admired my family they grew-strong/
No new-bombs have succeeded in disrupting-our-ties/
We’ve only grown closer as the Snakes destructively-lie/
We’ve reconstructed-our-lives though they wish we’re blown-off/
The sweetest feeling is a hug from my sons, they’re so-soft/
A stone-stopped my reminiscing I 'm back on this old-track/
Moving towards my day’s work before I go-back/
Look at it through my eyes, what would you do-in-my-place?/
If you lived in a society where even the rulers-had-hate/
At schools-you-debate me, some turning truths-into-lies/
How can you judge me so far away? How can you look-through-my-eyes?/
I arrived-at-the-gate pressed the button “ why-are-you-late?”/
“Sorry-master I wasn’t-faster, my eyes-wouldn’t-wake”/
He looked-at-me-straight from the camera “begin by cleaning-the-floors”/
“but which master?”, “all of them! don’t be dreaming-at-dawn!”/
Inside I was screaming-but-all I did was enter and scrub-from-the-back/
Went from the basement to the attic by the end-I-was-black/
The moon was now shining its night I had to recover,-get-back/
To my family, I was just leaving then heard a sudden-attack/
I almost completely-collapsed from the blast’s sounds-in-the-east/
Pounding-my-feet I run to my village heart resoundingly-bleak/
people-screaming and feeble-weeping as I race-to-my-home/
I Fatefully-know today its happened as the pain-in-me-grows/
Satan-is-shown, I see their uniforms, three riding-it-tanks/
Try-to-get-back to my family I’m crying,-tears-slack/
I see the rubble from the corner guards surrounding-my-yard/
I freeze forever in that moment no single pounds-in-my-heart/
They’re firing rounds-in-the-graves, why attack the house-of-a-slave?/
Are they just out-to-decay the whole areas filled-with-corpses/
I hear-t
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