Verse 1
Yo, walk the streets of Gaza, feel the weight on my chest,
Concrete dreams crumbling, peace just a distant guest.
Bullets fly like confetti, no respect for the flow,
While the world keeps watching, glued to their TV show.
They call it Operation, but it's just a hustle game,
Powers playing chess while kids are burning their home's flame.
A little girl, no older than ten, lost her place to stay,
Now she's on the grind, searching for shelter in a rainy day.
Verse 2
They say it's for security, but the cost is too high,
A child's laughter replaced by the echo of a cry.
Buildings crumbled, stories shattered, no time for a rewind,
While the big shots make moves, living off what they've been feeding.
No cap on the damage, no shame in the sight,
Leaving scars on the soul, day and night.
She walks with no shoes, dreaming of walls that can hold,
A future without fear, that's the only goal.
Verse 3
They bomb and they block, but they can't block the truth,
A little girl's spirit, still shining through.
She's building her kingdom from the rubble and the dust,
While the world talks about profits, not a single bush.
They call it progress, but it's just a war for the land,
Taking everything, leaving nothing but pain in the hand.
She's the face of the struggle, the heart of the fight,
Even in the chaos, she's still shining the light.
Punchline (Last 4 Lines)
So they come in with tanks, thinking they're the king,
But the real power is in the little girl's strength, not the steel.
They destroy homes, but they can't destroy hope,
While the world looks away, they're breaking the hope.
So next time you hear lies, remember the cost,
A little girl's future, a broken host.
Peace? First make the bullets stop, then we'll talk.