At last, I find an enjoyable rap song with no four-letter-words, but wise thoughtful lyrics.
I love the mix of Rap and HipHop music.
Where's the love? Black Eyed Peas
What's wrong with the world mama?
People living like aint got no mamas
I think the whole worlds addicted to the drama
Only attracted to the things that bring you trauma
Overseas yeah we tryin to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin
In the USA the big CIA the Bloodz and the Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And if you hatin you're bound to get irate
Yeah madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
You gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love y'all
People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father Father Father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love?
It just ain't the same all ways have changed
New days are strange is the world the insane?
If love and peace so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations dropping bombs
Chemical gases filling lungs of little ones
With ongoing suffering
As the youth die young
So ask yourself is the loving really strong?
So I can ask myself really what is going wrong
With this world that we living in
People keep on giving in
Makin wrong decisions
Only visions of them livin and
Not respecting each other
Deny thy brother
The wars' going on but the reasons' undercover
The truth is kept secret
Swept under the rug
If you never know truth
Then you never know love
Where's the love y'all?(I don't know)
Where's the truth y'all?(I don't know)
Where's the love y'all?
People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father father father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love?
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm getting older y'all people get colder
Most of us only care about money makin
Selfishness got us followin the wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting their young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what the see in the cinema
Whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness and equality
Instead of spreading love, we're spreading anomosity
Lack of understanding, leading us away from unity
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feeling under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feeling down
It's no wonder why sometimes I'm feeling under
I gotta keep my faith alive, until love is found
People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father Father Father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love?(fade)
Tomorrow, would have been my inlaws' 37th.
We would have spent the last two weeks looking around for special presents for both our parents.
We would have found it really easy to get our moms something nice, but would have been puzzled by the mens' presents.
We would have considered all the options, and gone around from shop to shop, looking for something unique that they will like.
We would have ended up buying a bottle of Paco Rabanne and a silver decanter.
We would have gone and celebrated at my parents, with all the family.
My parents would have told us, why did you get the presents,
we are not kids to expect presents, but they would have been pleased by them anyway.
My dad would pretend he did not know what his present was.
He would pretend he's surprised it's a Paco.
He would be very pleased with it nevertheless.
He would never change that perfume, no matter how much we tried.
We would have sat on the terrace, and had dinner there.
There would have been a lovely August breeze.
The amazing scent of the colonia tree that my dad planted everywhere would be filling the
air as the breeze got stronger.
The kids would have been running in and out of the house, leaving the door open for the
mosquitoes to get in.
Me or one of my sisters would have scorned the kids.
One of them would have broken in tears.
Jiddo would have called him/her over and sat him on his knees.
Jiddo would have kissed him and pampered him.
Jiddo would have scolded us for being rough with the children.
We would have joked about how when WE were growing up our parents weren't as soft on us as they are on the grandchildren.
We would have sat there all night, hearing dad's stories.
He would have told the story of how he lied to mom when they were first married and told her he loved mlookhieh because she did, when he actually could not tolerate it.
He would have let all the kids dip a finger in his scotch.
He would have laughed when one of the little ones came back for more.
Or tried to dip his whole fist in jiddo's glass.
It would have been an awesome night.
We would have gone the next day to my inlaws.
There would be cake.
Jiddo would let the kids blow the candles and cut the cake.
I would have scolded the kids for picking the strawberries off the cake.
Ammo would have told me my rules don't apply in his place.
Jiddo would have carried Zaid around holding Raya's hand.
Jiddo would have given Zaid a ride on his back.
Maybe played a bit of accordion for Raya.
This jiddo would have also given them his glass for a quick finger dip.
He would have been very pleased by the new addition to his growing decanter collection.
He would have insisted they were not kids, either.
He would have asked us how our celebration at my parents went.
We would have sat there all night hearing ammo's stories.
He would have told us the story about his mom locking his dad up in the room while he was sleeping.
We would have laughed at it so much like it was the first time we heard it.
It would have been an awesome night.
But it's not!
It seems the two ministers who had to resign because of the contaminated water case in Mafraq, will have to drag the rest of the government along. After the salmonella shawerma in Baqa Refugee camp,I just heard on the radio that tens of children have been admitted to Karak hospital for consuming food or water infected with amoeba, still not clear what exactly was it they consumed.
I guess no food should be taken for granted. My heart goes to those with little choice, if any.
Translator,speaking in arabic :
Hello, my name is Alexander and I am the translator.
Me:
My name is Salam and I am the architect.
Translator:
This is Alexander, from the Cultural Department...
and this is Alexander from the Ministry of Culture...
and Alexander from the Financial Department!
Me:
Hello, Nice to meet you..( Alexander)!
These are the things we need in the building ,these are the approximate areas for each function, we want to do so and so,we want to build so and so...bla,bla,bla..end of meeting.
Translator, ( shouting out to man in street):
Alexander!!something something something! (in russian), and Alexander, the driver brings the car to the door!
Now, Good Luck trying to find the sketch that I REALLY need in this mess!
I can never leave a book unfinished..no matter how shallow, stupid, silly or boring it is; If I 've started it, I shall finish it..and that is that! So many times I have wished I'd never started a book..because a few pages in, I'd already made my decision thats it's not worth my time, and yet, I'd keep on going..
Raw characters, shallow plot, expected events, a bit of Jane Ayre, a bit of Rebecca, a bit of Little Women, mixed up to give this new novel..and I just can't leave till I'm done!! I still have a hundred pages to go, but it is taking me forever because I am FORCING myself to do it!! I went through the trouble of asking to take it home with me after the vacation was over because I ABSOLUTELY HAD TO FINISH IT!!
But I can't say this has been totally worthless..with every book one reads there is something new to learn..so far I learned that during some periods of Britain's history, a man could send his wife to a mental institution if she could not answer six questions prepared for her by his doctor!! Interesting, but don't know how accurate though!!
However, I know what I will be reading next:
* Gunter Grass: German author.
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