Lyrics Raise Your Voice (feat. Abu Batata) - Sammy Shiblaq

Last year, we was in the West Bank
Locked away Smokey
That Smokey got locked up
Cop took me to Sila Wing
The blocks so tight, all them cars
Get blocked up
On top of our motherland
They leave some stars
On the houses they chalk up
If I talk 'bout Haifa
I get a tear in my eye
So we ain't even gotta talk much
The last of us still in the strip

I ain't been drinking
Cause how can I drink?
I ain't been riding
Cause how can I think?
The kids back home don't have any day

They cut the internet, water and food
Follow their intellect, come to the truth
I'll be their voice when I hop in this pool
Doc, you part of the land
You can't occupy the coup

Bri-bri-bri-bri-pop like the Legos
Talkin bout freedom call me on the pay phone
All of those martyrs you took
You didn't realize you gave them a halo
When I turn on the news
I'm seeing politicians reading script on the payroll
CNN, come on, tell us
Why you don't got our freedom on the table?

Raise your voice, gotta make some noise
There ain't no other choice
For the girls and the boys
Out in Gaza
They grew up too afflicted
With their trauma

Can someone come and deal with these problems?
The world don't wanna come and solve em'

Now I feel like I'm calling from the bottom
All alone
In the blood dripping right from your palms

Dear God, who they be calling
They see the bombs they dropping
Losing their mothers and fathers
Babies and kids they martyred
All of the press, they're targets
Looking through what they started
I got a father in the West Bank
He got a cousin in Gaza
Right in the tunnel through Ramallah
Take a left, you see Jaffa

Oh no, I see babies crying
While they're lying in these streets
Baby voices pleading
"I don't drink, then I can't sleep"
Free Falasteen from the river to the sea

Raise your voice, gotta make some noise
There ain't no other choice
For the girls and the boys
Out in Gaza
They grew up too afflicted with their trauma
Can someone come and deal with these problems?
The world don't wanna come and solve em'

Now I feel like I'm calling from the bottom
All alone
In the blood dripping right from your palms