Rise Above the Storm

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The war in Iran is nothing but a facade An epsteen cover up or something more harsh They weren't ready for rockets to fly like darts Iran taking apart the competition like Spare parts You got America, tryna take up the whole map With Israel at their side sitting there like a fanny flap United Kingdom sitting in the corner like a man on crack Iran ain't backing down, they ain't a fan of chat Ask the I.D.F if Iran's playin games They'd tell you no but there sitting in the flames Of the tanks that were blown up along with their planes They should of thought about that before Gaza's pain They call it "Epic Fury" but it’s just a bloody script While children in the rubble feel the oxygen get stripped From Minab to Gaza, they’re "triple tapping" schools Turning playgrounds into graveyards, rewriting all the rules ​Check the stats in Tal as-Sultan, nine hundred rounds of lead Aimed at medics and the hungry 'til the aid was stained in red They’re using kids for practice, snipers locking on the head While Trump is signing checks to keep the war-machine well-fed ​Hospitals are targets, they say "tunnels" is the reason But 80% of schools are gone, it’s genocide season They talk about "pre-empting" while they’re burning down the map Israel lights the fuse while America holds the cap. (Chorus) It’s a "Wag the Dog" season, a smoke-screen play To keep the Epstein files from the light of the day They’re burning down the map just to bury the names While the world stays distracted by the heat of the flames From Caracas to Gaza, from Khartoum to Tehran It’s a billionaire’s bloodlust, a kidnapping plan They light the fuse and they watch the world burn So the pages of the ledger will never be turned. (Verse) They’re queuing for the flour, but they’re greeted by the lead Al-Rashid Street is running with the white turned into red Two thousand aid-seekers gone, just for trying to be fed While the snipers take their aim at a ten-year-old’s head It ain’t a war on terror, it’s a war on the womb Turning every classroom into a concrete tomb Thirty hospitals leveled, nowhere left for the sick While Trump’s in the Oval, just enjoying the kick. They’re dressing up the locals in the IDF gear Sending kids into tunnels just to clear out the fear A human shield protocol, keep the "chosen" ones safe While they bomb out the refuge of every displaced waif Trump talks of a "Riviera," building docks on the bone Of a million Palestinians who were forced from their home The "Massive Armada" sits out in the blue While the "Epic Fury" strikes, and the world has no clue. They talk about the 7th like history just began But check the 6th in Hawara, they were killing every man A year of blood and settlers before the rockets flew But the cameras only turn on when the victim isn't you. Remember little Hind, six years old and all alone Three hundred bullets in the car, screaming through the phone They saw her through the glass, then they blew the medics up There ain’t enough tears in the world to fill that bitter cup. They talk about the 7th like the clock just started ticking But on the 6th in Huwara, the settlers were picking Off Labeeb in his prime, a bullet through the chest Before the world even cared to put the "peace" to the test. Then remember little Hind, six years old in the Kia Six dead relatives around her, a living nightmare idea Three hundred rounds from a tank, then they bombed the help too If that ain’t a war crime, then tell me what’s true? From Gaza to Khartoum, the blood is looking all the same But Sudan’s a silent grave ‘cause there’s no profit in the name The UK sits and watches while the RSF ignite While Biden and then Trump kept the Israel shipments tight. It’s a triple-headed monster, US, UK, and the star Trading lives for lithium and fuel for every car They’re complicit in the famine, they’re silent on the rape In the shadows of the Sahel, there is no grand escape. ​(Chorus) It’s a "Wag the Dog" season, a smoke-screen play To keep the Epstein files from the light of the day They’re burning down the map just to bury the names While the world stays distracted by the heat of the flames From Caracas to Gaza, from Khartoum to Tehran It’s a billionaire’s bloodlust, a kidnapping plan They light the fuse and they watch the world burn So the pages of the ledger will never be turned. ​January 3rd, they snatched Maduro from his bed "Operation Resolve" while the streets were running red A kidnapping for crude, call it "justice" if you must But it’s just another colony they’re grinding into dust. Iran didn't pull the trigger, they were sitting at the table But Trump needed a "Fury" to keep the masses stable Because the Epstein files are leaking, the truth is coming fast So he starts a world war just to bury up the past. (Chorus) It’s a "Wag the Dog" season, a smoke-screen play To keep the Epstein files from the light of the day They’re burning down the map just to bury the names While the world stays distracted by the heat of the flame