This...uh...this is gunna really piss a lot of people off, on both sides of the debate. While I've tried to keep the facts of this story straight, one of the biggest facts is that we don't actually know what many of the important facts are. As such, I've taken some artistic liberty with the story. For those of you who are unsure what I am talking about, I encourage you to research Omar Khadr for yourself, and draw your own conclusions.
I do demand that any comments on this particular piece be kept respectful. I understand that it's highly emotionally charged for many people.
Meanwhile, I have no idea what to call the genre. Metal-Hip-Hop? Hard-Hop? Heavy-Hop? Something.
Here are the lyrics:
I want you to imagine you only 13 years old
when your dad busts in the house slugs a drink
and he opens up his mouth
and decides he’s getting too old
Tells the family he’s had enough of here
and it’s time to move back home
but never fear, he’s got a brother there
so you won’t have to be alone
He buys a plane ticket, but it’s only one way
so you have to say hello to Afghanistan
Next thing you know you’re in the desert
Making bombs for the Taliban
But they ain’t exactly known for letting you quit
and so for two years, you stick with it
Now you’re 15, in a war zone you sit
And the whole place is gunna turn to shit
Boom! And it shakes the room,
more than that it levels the place
there’s screams and guts, pain and cuts
and shrapnel in your face
You can’t recall what happened then,
but they say you pulled the pin
got shot in the chest, and they attest
you killed an American
But you don’t die like they want you to
and there’s only one thing that they can do
lock you away in some foreign jail
where the world can forget about you
And they figure you might have intel
So they decide they just might ask
Enhanced interogation is a word so torture
can wear a PC mask
Locked up without any charges, you’re stuck there several years
You don’t get to make a phone call,
they say National Security fears
You ask about a trial
There’s no sentence on your case
They say you must plead guilty
Or you’ll never leave this place
Meanwhile in your country,
the politicians delay
You’re nothing but a terrorist
They don’t even want you back, they say
They tell the world that you have no rights
But the courts say they’ve lost that fight
And now you’re on another flight
For eight more years of concrete nights
So now you’re out, you can smell fresh air
Or not, house arrest so stay in there
Tracker on your ankle - evening wear
And speak your language? Don’t you dare.
But you got a lawyer now, don’t ask me how
and the Supreme Court members took a vow
to uphold the law and politicians bow
while the whole damn country has a cow
Ten millions dollars later they apologize
While admitting that now they realize
That they can’t ignore the rights of citizens
even publicly known bad guys
And if you find you’re upset at this song
And you think I’m a terrorist, playing along
I’ll remind you that Khadr might not be right
But it’s about what we did wrong.