A held meaning

They'll always be unknown

Now what?

Our houses are bombed

Nowhere to go

Our country starts to explode

And it leaves behind

A whole load

Of pain

You would expect us to start to lose hope

But we keep up our game

Sliding a few times off of the lane

But its okay

But then a bullet goes directly through

To one of my country

Touches his heart and he dies a martyr

And that's what triggers us most

Are we close to the end of the world

Or what has this world come to

I promised myself once

To never ask help from you

But as blood was shed bucket by bucket

I couldn't help to ask, why don't you suck it?

Your complaining about how you don't have the right colour of heels

While others are suffering

Cause someone is stabbing them with steel

Do you not have a heart to feel?

Maybe you guys didn't

But I knew it wasn't

It wasn't an honest and realistic reason

But I continued my life

finished season after season

And a bullet shot out again

And I thought to my self

About the one

Behind the gun

Are you sure your real men

And I know if I asked him face to face

I'd get a hung head in shame

That's why I connected those people with the word lame

Just if they could die under the rain

But I think it would be better. More painful.
To die in shame

But you know one thing I'd never do

It's never ask for their name

They let my people live through hell and caused them pain

So ill n e v e r be honoured to know their name

~ Sibra.