Free free free
What u running for is unreal
Open ur heart on the narrow streets
All u gotta do is...
believe believe believe
U meant to lead so it be
For my inner peace
Imma seek
Joined theater my role is to be fatigue
Smiley face with snakey hair like a devil from a fairytale
Humans co workers oh sorry I
Mean programmed they control u with a fake contract
U digging for the money
Not today I’m tired honey
U made me pay for what I didn’t do
Today u beg me to stay with u
Set the fire burn the bonus
Let the eyes enjoy the tones
In the heart stick the woods
Spending my time blaming them for what they do
Waiting for changes to take part in
Then realizing its all with in
Calm the soul forgive the sin for my freedom I’m a saint
One thing to say:
Y’all shit and I quit
.لبنان ، متل شجره مليئه الاغصان الجافه
..الغربان تهبط عليها …و تاكل منها
!ولكنه
لهذه الورده البيضاء المفرده اغصانا خضراء جزورها .
.تمتد و تبرم القلب الدفين
لا اعلم
اذا الشجره بالقلب ام القلب بالشجره؟
They ask how is it in Dubai?
I answer.. country with no soul, colors with no tones, human with no hopes, nature turns to malls glass on a glass headache for the eyes pain in the ass drink in the bar, money in the arms, hoes and cars, drugs to fly, Fame in vain, love ungained, hearts in pain, friends nowhere!
They always tell me, Go to Aswan—it’s heaven on earth.
The Nile glides like silk, nature screaming
And yes, it is all that.
But what steals my breath
is not just the river, not just the endless dunes,
but the fearless dance of color against the desert’s hush.
Bright blues, fiery reds, sun-kissed yellows—
they bloom where you least expect.
Five, six houses—painted like poetry,
A rebellion of beauty, a whisper of stories untold.
Just breathtaking. Just Aswan.
