Get Up

Is a dying childs tear more worth than mine?
Is my sympathy and helplessness a weakness or a sign?
Does it matter if I write a rhyme?
Does anything I do matter at all
Mythical land of zion lost, while politicians stall

Killing for every squaremeter while a whole race fall
War in our blood? Same blood
Spilled in the streets, by the enemy
The koran reads; God will humiliate
Them and give you victory

This supposed to bring peace of mind, serenity
Bring my ak, get on my grind, remember me?
Shoot every jew in a forseable mile, smooth insanity
Rapidly, bloodbath, but wake up its all imaginary
Cuz we powerless when it come to these jews
Like swimming with a straight jacket n cement shoes
Everyday news gives me the blues

Please get up and help the kids
Please get up and stop this war
You can change it so easy
And we can get so far, get so far