DAM – Who’s a Terrorist?
–Hip Hop from Palestine–
Who’s a terrorist? I’m a terrorist?
How am I a terrorist while I live in my country
Who’s a terrorist? You’re a terrorist!
You’re swallowing me while I live in my country
Killing me like you killed my ancestors
Go to the law? Why bother, my enemy
You play the role of witness, lawyer and judge
Upon the judge my end begins
Your dream is that we grow fewer and moreover that we are a minority
Your dream is that the minority become a majority in the graveyards
Democracy? I swear you’re Nazis
With all the times you raped the Arab spirit
It got pregnant and birthed a boy called the suicide bomber
And here you are calling us terrorists
I mean you hit me and wept, and beat me to complaining about it
When I reminded you that you started it, you sprung up and said
“You let the little kids throw stones.
Don’t they have a family to keep them under lock at home?”
As if you forgot that your weapons put their family under the stones
So now when my pain retaliates you call me a terrorist?
Why a terrorist? Because my blood is not calm? It’s feverish!
Because I raise my head and my land up high
You killed my beloved, now I’m alone
My family is displaced, but I will keep calling out
I’m not against peace, the peace is against me
It wants to eradicate me and erase my heritage
And whoever says something zealous to speak out
He’s oppressed and you get rid of him completely
And who are you? Just when did you grow up
Take a look at how many you’ve killed and how many you’ve orphaned
Our mothers are weeping, our fathers are complaining
Our lands are disappearing, I reiterate who are you?
You grew up spoiled while we grew up in poverty
Who grew up in plenty and who grew up in a hole?
Became a freedom fighter, you turned him into a criminal
And you my terrorist are calling me a terrorist?
When will I no longer be a terrorist?
Perhaps when you slap me and I turn the other cheek?
How do you expect me to thank who hurt me
Ok you know what? First how do you want me to be
Down on my knees with my hands tied
My eyes to the ground with corpses all about
Destroyed houses and displaced families?
Orphaned children, freedom in handcuffs?
You command and we’ll fullfill your wish
What we must do is be patient and mask our pain
The most important thing is that you feel secure
Relax and leave the pain to us, what’s our blood?
The blood of dogs
Wait no, when a dog is dying there’s the animal’s rights organization
That means our blood is less valuable than the blood of a dog?
No! My blood is precious
And I’m going to defend myself if you call me a terrorist