Art of Absence - Gon

Yo Hasan, where’d my shoes go?

You know, the green and red ones?

That mama got us when we promised to stop teasing Adam?

Yeah that’s them.

Listen, the table by the oven’s cracked

It’s broken now, you should go to town and get our money back

What, you’re sad?

Is this about Im-Rami's house?

Man, knock it out

We knew sooner or later them Israeli pigs would knock it down

Hatim found a young girl there

That had lived for seven years

The house collapsed right on her chest

And her face was wet with tears

A boulder crushed her

Her screams had fell and hit these deafened ears

On top of that baba’s trapped in a cell and sits for 20 years

For nothing more than being acquainted with the man they hate

I can’t imagine whats happening, patient but I cannot take thi-this.

Bust whoever, cut and sever

For freedom we must feel freely free to release the heat but remember

That we read in peace and leave in peace

But the latter seems to be in exception in this case

Especially the way my life’s eating me okay

Thats enough.

Mama probably needs your help

Don’t tell her about these wires on my body and this belt

Oh, see if you can find out through Muhammad where your cousin slept

Anyway, I need to leave brother, I have a bus to catch