SONG for The Children of Afghanistan

[Al Hanif]

the child of Afghanistan

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left
'cause I've been hiding and crying so long, that
even my mama thinks that my mind is gone

but I ain't never crossed a yankee that didn't deserve it
he be treating us well you know that's unheard of
you better watch to who you're talking, and where you're walking
or you and your buddies might face a blasting

I really hate to repeat but I gotta, look
As they croak I see myself in the AKs' smoke, fool
I'm the kinda boy that isn't afraid of fate
on my knees in the night, saying prayers in the moonlight

They've been spending most their lives, living in Afghanistan's paradise
They've been spending most their lives, living in Afghanistan's paradise
We keep spending most our lives, living in Afghanistan's paradise
We keep spending most our lives, living in Afghanistan's paradise

They said they got the situation, they got nothin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the gunshots
so I gotta be down with the mujahideen
too much mournings got me emigration dreams

I'm an uneducated boy with journeys on my mind
got my candies in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loced-out runner, set-trippin singer
and my house is down so don't arouse my anger, fool

death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away,
I'm living life, do or die, what can I say ?
I'm eight now, but will I live to see nine ?
the way things are going I don't know

Tell me why are they, so blind to see
That the ones they hurt, are you and me

They've been spending most their lives, living in Afghanistan's paradise
They've been spending most their lives, living in Afghanistan's paradise
We keep spending most our lives, living in Afghanistan's paradise
We keep spending most our lives, living in Afghanistan's paradise

Power and the money, money and the power
minute after minute, hour after hour
everybody's fighting, but half of them ain't looking
what's going on in the kitchens, and they don't know who's starvin'
they say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me
if they can't understand it, how can they reach me
I guess they can't, I guess they won't
I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool

They've been spending most their lives, living in Afghanistan's paradise
They've been spending most their lives, living in Afghanistan's paradise
We keep spending most our lives, living in Afghanistan's paradise
We keep spending most our lives, living in Afghanistan's paradise

Tell me why are they, so blind to see
That the one's they hurt, are you and me
Tell me why are they, so blind to see
That the one's they hurt, are you and me

[Soldat_Amir]

I think my song for the children of Afghanistan is better.

If you ever see, a Arab jihadi load your clip
if he's wearing a suicide vest, make sure you he dont trip
Young children of Afghanistan,
hit them with anything, from a gun to a pan
if he ran, change to Auto,
make sure those bullets hit on spot
Make him, feel as much pain as possible
coward hiding on our land,
using our soil, for his war spoil
If you see him on the hewad, call the authorities
The Militant Arabs are only here for there war booties,
They like to blow themselves up instead of fighting like men
they never fight in their own native lands,
but exploit others with their retarded backward ways
Catch em where you can, look through the allayways
spot em, tie'em, report'em then deport'em
back to the sand catles they originate from.

Deera Manana