You'd think you'd read about me in the New York Times
Almost two hundred days without any bite
While I'm withering away in my prison cell
All you read about is the game of buy and sell..
In Wall Street - they don't know the way I resist
If they knew, they'd be shocked at the way I insist
Freedom and human rights are on my list
I want to live, breath, move - hell, I wanna exist..
If I had an army I'd set it up to defend
Our villages our towns till the very end
But I'm cut off from the world, so there's no supplies
They call resistance terrorism but you know these are lies
If my eyes are blindfolded, my body in chains
Tucked away behind bars -the only thing that remains
Is to refuse to be fed from a racist thief's den
To refuse to be treated like a sheep in their pen..
I am hungry
For freedom and rights
I am hungry
That's the way that I fight
I am hungry
A prisoner on a hunger strike
Never charged
Never tried
By that damned Fourth Reich !
. . . . . . . . .
Let them say what they say bout my people
If there's one thing we ain't it is sheeple
Why would we give up on our land and allow its theft
Because greed is their creed, there'll be nothing left
We want Justice, how is that too much to ask
You wont touch this, 'cuz your not up to the task
Go ahead and lie, and call our enemy 'civilized'
it won't matter no more when Victory strikes
I am hungry
For freedom and rights
I am hungry
That's the way that I fight
I am hungry
A prisoner on a hunger strike
Never charged
Never tried
By that damned Fourth Reich !
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
While you're out there in your homes counting dollars and pennies
I've got a question to you when your done stacking your twenties
Can u spare a few minutes for a man like yours truly
Whose only crime is that he won't bow to a bully
I'm not asking u to break me out, 'cuz I'm alright
Can spend a hundred more years putting up this fight
All I want you to do, is speak out for the truth
Don't support a racist state that is vile and uncouth!
I am hungry
For freedom and rights
I am hungry
That's the way that I fight
I am hungry
A prisoner on a hunger strike
Never charged
Never tried
By that damned Fourth Reich !
I am hungry...
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Almost two hundred days without any bite
While I'm withering away in my prison cell
All you read about is the game of buy and sell..
In Wall Street - they don't know the way I resist
If they knew, they'd be shocked at the way I insist
Freedom and human rights are on my list
I want to live, breath, move - hell, I wanna exist..
If I had an army I'd set it up to defend
Our villages our towns till the very end
But I'm cut off from the world, so there's no supplies
They call resistance terrorism but you know these are lies
If my eyes are blindfolded, my body in chains
Tucked away behind bars -the only thing that remains
Is to refuse to be fed from a racist thief's den
To refuse to be treated like a sheep in their pen..
I am hungry
For freedom and rights
I am hungry
That's the way that I fight
I am hungry
A prisoner on a hunger strike
Never charged
Never tried
By that damned Fourth Reich !
. . . . . . . . .
Let them say what they say bout my people
If there's one thing we ain't it is sheeple
Why would we give up on our land and allow its theft
Because greed is their creed, there'll be nothing left
We want Justice, how is that too much to ask
You wont touch this, 'cuz your not up to the task
Go ahead and lie, and call our enemy 'civilized'
it won't matter no more when Victory strikes
I am hungry
For freedom and rights
I am hungry
That's the way that I fight
I am hungry
A prisoner on a hunger strike
Never charged
Never tried
By that damned Fourth Reich !
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
While you're out there in your homes counting dollars and pennies
I've got a question to you when your done stacking your twenties
Can u spare a few minutes for a man like yours truly
Whose only crime is that he won't bow to a bully
I'm not asking u to break me out, 'cuz I'm alright
Can spend a hundred more years putting up this fight
All I want you to do, is speak out for the truth
Don't support a racist state that is vile and uncouth!
I am hungry
For freedom and rights
I am hungry
That's the way that I fight
I am hungry
A prisoner on a hunger strike
Never charged
Never tried
By that damned Fourth Reich !
I am hungry...
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envoyé par giorgio - 19/4/2013 - 09:22
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Lyrics, music and production by Doc Jazz.
A rap song dedicated to the incredible bravery of Samer Issawi, on hunger strike in an Israeli prison, and to all other Palestinian hunger strikers.
Samer Issawi followed in the footsteps of other famous Palestinian hunger strikers such as Khader Adnan, Hanaa Al Shalabi and Mahmoud Al Sarsak, who - along with many others - protested against the inhumane Israeli practice of administrative detention. This song is sung from a first person perspective, and aims to empower the courageous message that these brave people send while resisting against injustice.