Jerboas in castles and cats in garbage
And a goat with no horns, wanted to gore but ran away
Their doctor is sick, and their medication paralyzes
Like their sky, cloudy, and their rain don’t wet
If you carry the humiliation, don’t tear off the passport
Without visa printed, every page is décor
Every page waits for a printed stamp
Waiting for emigration that won’t be followed by a return
Same topic. Same chaos
B**bs blown and faces with cream
Same programs in the same radio station
It’s not appearance anymore. Deceptive TVs
Media is rumor. Reality is fake
That made the nick shows off over the sword
The line doesn’t make you wisdom anymore. And joint is not fun anymore
The Haram is decorated, and the Halal is hateful
The shadow is real. In your mind, settles
The eraser that writes and the pen that erases
And your mind is dirty when thinks clean
Like a wallet fell among the beggars
Even the journalism is not in university anymore
It became Instagram and makeup is in markets
And the pen with ink, when it got tired, it resigned
By a lipstick, the article gets written
Speech shouldn’t be talked and actions shouldn’t be shown
TVs are toilets, spread sh*t
Snakes twist get colored, melodies move them
And the one who claps watches happily
The greatest scoundrel became a hero
By a boat to Italy, they think the solution
Even the mold get pictured as honey
When you look at the mirror, you will see the problem
Your mind doesn’t think, intoxicated by trance
They picture in front of you the future is closed
And they picture for you, not you who pictures
They are the ones who score goals when you play soccer
Take some weed, and loose the muscles
Stay regretting and tell them I wish
Stay like a dead body, living above the dirt
The joint is paralyzed, not anymore sensitive
Everything flipped, started moving backwards
Like the free man who envies the prisoner
Even worshiping is not in the mosque anymore
Became at the banks when the Rap became through money
Lead the rituals by a 10 bill roll
Because the 50 makes you forget the gregariousness
Sewers of cities laugh at country areas
A forecaster won’t change the weather in a newscast
Folks didn’t get out of the shell started oppressing
The death won’t miss. the mistakes are agony
The minds that piss me off are those that drank and didn’t wake up
The life is machine. People in it got crushed
They brought a sculptor to make a statue
Pictures to us the lesson and gives us an example
He started searching, didn’t find the clay
Bourguiba’s statue is sculpted of villainy
Fake history, full of alteration
They came to the spring, wrote it as autumn
They came to an undercover agent, they made him a fighter
They wrote him as a president in ID card
Scary reality. Formatted generation
Graduated from Google, spent the night chatting
Its ambitions a story and a dance in Tik Tok
Spends the night flirting online and wakes up blocked
Seats and parties sold the country
And a small girl died in the valley
People watch in the same series
And the director doesn’t care, didn’t film all directions
Infrastructure in danger of falling
Your birthday ends in a night club
Turn the TV on to understand what’s happening
You will see programs of sexual overtones and silliness
With ears don’t listen, the voice is useless
And a crown of thorns on the head is put
The boat that used for migration became a casket
In our country, in order to live, you must die
In order to make a project, you must have connections
The tear that dripping, doesn’t want to stop
Trance in veins and blood started to dry
Illegal immigrants in a pall, like cigarettes get tolling
You take slap over a paper
You go to home, oppressed, and your eyes are blue
Oppression and poverty drive you to steal
Chains and baton force you to migrate
Drown in the salsa. Get choked up by the crumb
The fish and caviar, got eaten by undercover agents
Your right is not missing. Your right is here
In the treasury, thieves are taking it
Poverty spread. Dirty people mugger
Like a corner in road gets dark, zombies attack
Commodity is spread in the street
Young children consume drugs
It’s not a country. It’s hell
No mind thinks. No curriculum
People like a motorcycle that got flat tire
Went to public started showing off
Males act weirds and females get spinsterish
Hate, gossip, hatred and magic
Photos and talismans, thrown in graves
Border services and bribery in a checkpoint
Hunger became too much and corruption raves
First ranking in dates, but needs oil
We live with no value. We didn’t succeed in anything
Even The Eagles of Carthage are actually chickens
Bad people and fondness, same routine
Same hypocrisy that you see it by the eyes
Same faces and same masks
Same wolves that in hyenas valley
Too much cheating. Covered laugh
You fall, your friends laugh and turn away
You go to the store owner, doesn’t like to break bills for change
Political parties pray with altered Quran
Ignorant people. They think they flew away
Their best ambition is the door of the airport
Talk about trust and they are the greatest cheaters
And the one who threw rocks, his home is glass
The time you fall, no one stands you up
They want the doors to be closed in front of you
The soul has died. The body is still alive
And never the hyena becomes a lion
Everyone with his value. Everyone with what he deserves
Trust, then a knife give it to treachery
And the ones who cheated, they used to the closest people
When you want to build, they destroyed the bases
The one who says, doesn’t do. The one who does, doesn’t say
I’ve fed their dogs, will never surround me
I take my right by my hand, never raid
They made me volcano then they told me don’t rage
Close your eyes and walk away
Liberate from your thoughts. Don’t live as slave
Remove the past and build a new world
Moving the time of meeting the grave won’t help you
The soul won’t come back, and the dead will never be alive again
The one whose heart is dark, stars will never lighten it
When the scorpions kiss you, you would fall, poisoned
Don’t give your cheek then start blaming
The one who learns how to float, knows how to drown
Like the judge that differentiates between the falsehood and the right
And who writes the truth when the letters get reversed
Like a good person who lives in the eyes of the blind
It doesn’t matter how many times you got slapped and learned lessons
You will never know what’s hidden inside
When the treachery comes, it will never consult you
Don’t let your friends and laughs fool you in pictures
Envious eyes, the hearts are rusted
Never show mercy. Step and move forward
When you see the rust diss silver
You would understand that their barks are stronger than the bite
I play with the death like playing with the rhyme
I blaze not like them, their coal is dead
I’m not showing off. My end is in dirt
I’m existed and people make Rap