Lyrics Art of Absence - Gon

Art of Absence

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