In the [bad word] that I'm living in, in any giving day, I say to myself 
"Quit your dead end job you 9 to 5 puppet, slave by the system you've created, 
Don't doubt your own hustle, you can do whatever you put your mind into, 
But it's easier said than done!" 

Sometimes I feel the [bad word] over and getting over me 
Cuz the world turns around but it circles over me 
I don't know why...but I'm trying to do my best 
Till I find the lightning way then my soul will rest 
Sometimes I ask myself...I'm I still breathing 
Polluted by [bad word] that's not planning on leaving 
Retrieving my strategies with explicit thought 
Cuz life is what you make it...that's what I've been taught 
This has got to end...the love is gone 
Sick and tired of the concept with no reborn 
The news on the magazines and the street papers 
Got you tripping on your solo like you catching vapors 
The culture needs a revolution 
Cultivate the massive and the conclusions...PRICELESS! 
It makes a man lose it 
Can't speak to anyone so I speak to my music 

لو الحياة تقدر تفهمني ايه ذنبي 
عمري يروح حلمي يضيع وابكي في الأخر على نفسي 
في الأيام مرت ليالي وانا اشكي بصوت قلبي 
للنسيان ضايع ادور على شوقي وعلى املي

Another day another dollar...or should I say riyal 
On a journey to freedom like Wael Kayal 
So disappointed...from the hurt that I'm seeing 
And what's happening to human beings 
Patience, hope, faith, knowledge 
That's why I don't watch TV, but I went to college 
I see the [bad word]  but its illuminati vision...Be careful what you 
wishing 

إيش بيقول ده؟ 
الخمول و الوسوسة, أنا فاكر لمن كنت صغير كنت أستنى أروح المدرسة 
الكرة, الحقد, الغيرة, اللوم 
ضغوت النفس, مو راضي يجيني نوم 
دموع الحيرة و الجرح والألم 
لكن في التأني السلامة و في العجلة الندم 
رسالة المستقبل سار فيها تعقيد ... وإنه أكيد أبغى أسوي شي مفيد

لو الحياة تقدر تفه&#