( Adlibs ) Yo this is for the refugees out there.// The ones who struggle.// The ones who are on social assistance and can't find a job.// This for you.// Check it.// (Verse 1) They stifle you, hinder you, trump your capabilities// by telling you that your dreams are filled with futility.// But tell 'em this refugee's growing possibilities,// that gets him off a couch to get to harvesting willingly.// Promiscuity kills time, choking the subconscious.// When idle hand's tire, we kill off the conscience.// Millennials tryin to be millionaires by random.// No chances in hell, manageable dreams are fathomed.// Its comical how they mock us, marching to our drums.// When welfare’s our source of income, we're scolded as bums.// Their scorching hot magma is magnifying the opus.// On the flip side, I am viewed as a dark extreme tyrant.// Alerted on the bright side, paranoia adapted.// I had big dreams, when we immigrated here.Laughing.// Now dreams dissipated ,I am feeling the munchies// Like a dope clouded vision fiend,without the greens.// (Bridge X2) We came to this country, for an opportunity.// Only thing we found was a false reality.// A forged royalty, in a form a colony.// This dream of coming here, was nothing more than a fallacy.// (Hook X2) Always portrayed as a villain, I am a refugee.// Islamaphobes Drawn to hate. I am a refugee // The perfect pitch to ignorance. I am a refugee. // Bombarded fat ladies to sing. I am a refugee // (Verse 2) Blown. Fees on the rise. Violated. Mitigated. Hated.// Thought the world would be yours. Final act eviscerated. // Raided. After instigation. Going out with a blaze.// Avenging a spirit. The ghost writer is put in his place// High way to hell. On my high horse .Powered race.//// information provided by suits, leading the fray .// The public service a circus .From rags to rags. No riches. // Thrown in town houses, thanks to a corrupted system.// Social assistance loonies manage to order sooner.// Unable to get a crib. Thanks to blaming baby boomers// Discrimination became a fashion statement. Trending.// Under your skin, Setbacks on defense. Treading.// PR severed. Impaired judgment. Confused. Lost.// Far off the edge. Stumbling. Fell in debt. Hours dropped.// Patience beyond savings. Pockets don’t rest.// Social workers are at their best. When we succumb to their tests.// (Bridge X2) We came to this country, for an opportunity.// Only thing we found was a false reality.// A forged royalty, in a form a colony.// This dream of coming here, was nothing more than a fallacy.// (Hook X2) Always portrayed as a villain, I am a refugee.// Islamaphobes Drawn to hate. I am a refugee // The perfect pitch to ignorance. I am a refugee. // Bombarded fat ladies to sing. I am a refugee // This cold environment, over took us with sleep.// Back stabbed youth are on the streets. Their knees getting weak.// While the social workers laugh with greed. Now that's obscene.// Wanted to graduate ,get a job, and pursue my dreams.// So you’re telling me those signs were designed to lie,// when you claim you looking for hire? Oh why, oh why?// Even bothered I networked,saying the going gets tough.// These white folks wasted my time proving that life sucks.// Inapplicable applications filled to be sheared.// Doctrine documents doctored to get your rep smeared.// Pay stubs submitted, to verify my income.// They recommend savings account, but its still not enough.// To top it off my names Islamic, try to pop a cherry.// Stuck with part time positions. 9 to 5 shifts buried.// Payable notes. Audit potential spouses. They Fretting. // Receivables. Driven strings of account. They lessen.// (Bridge X2) We came to this country, for an opportunity.// Only thing we found was a false reality.// A forged royalty, in a form a colony.// This dream of coming here, was nothing more than a fallacy.// (Hook X2) Always portrayed as a villain, I am a refugee.// Islamophobes Drawn to hate. I am a refugee // The perfect pitch to ignorance. I am a refugee. // Bombarded fat ladies to sing. I am a refugee.//

(Verse 1) We see that our worth is less, than any species. Vermin, Hermits, Lurkin' and purgin' all this verbal vomit. I am honestly seeking some professional help. This is therapeutic music. I do it for mental health. Imminence of the basic stasis is evident, when these limited resources are incompetent. To new heights of grandeur, Get abused with slander. Physically bullied with laughter makes you pander, If Trust is dismantled. Incisions to the brain, like a judgmental catheter. Feeling diseased with pain. Jaded and damaged immigrant, spittin' acid-like venomous solution to all my problems to make a good riddance. Living in past terms. Developed a thick skin, that got stripped with kicks and hits, that could make a misfit take a pic out of this collage of distress. Yes. It's only escape I have. I am feeling suppressed. (Verse 2) Suffering from identity crisis caught between assimilation and heritage glorification. Adaptation to this civilization is like a novelization, as I read between this intolerance. Behold the story of my integration. Second class citizen risking losing his citizenship. His patriotism is questioned, because he's a Muslim. Labeled as treacherous, once he starts protesting. Crooked governments with opposing opinions view us as anarchists, that serve the purpose of a certain collective or a far fetched agenda of world domination. But the only purpose being served is globalization. For certain,curtains are established to blind the masses. Extremists everywhere, Islamophobics obsession. (Verse 3) Laws are given a pass, So we can pass it on like gas. Blown outta proportion, so we won't last. Smoke is cleared,man. Smells noxious. We're nauseous. Exhausted. Cautious. Treading at costs of not calling out a Caucus Of Cocky Caucasians, that are fueled with hate and prejudice. Silent,yet deadly bills are filled in parliament. We are washing machines, ready to rinse this permanent filth. Insert the exchanging point, After emphatic sentence. Up to drop knowledge. Might be caged after this. Trying to deface oppression, Berserker Barrage in. Reporters are nothing more than dark orifices, that formulate instigators to orbit our gatherings. Provoking us in the name of fighting censorship, once we get offended when they draw in the profits.

(HOOK) I am the terror, they informed your children about.// I am a dark knight, that overshadows all your doubts.// An operatic hellspawn,white mothers warned, to shout.// “You are a calamity. That wills to bring down a house.”// I am the lovechild of your paranoia and anxiety.// I am the sole survivor of your secret society.// A heavy burden that you painted me to be.// Steadily .Permanently you tainted me to believe.// (BRIDGE) The red is on white ,the blood is on snow This government was built on broken bones The red is on white ,the blood is on snow This government was built on broken bones (VERSE 1) Terrorized. Chastised. Ostracized. Vilified. // Flipping sides. Residing minds of Jekyll’s to hide.// Don’t seek my complex. Shun. Stuck in a conundrum.// Swimming with sharks gotta cross them. Rocking Awesome.// Small fish in great white ponds. Gambled a lot.// Sunk in hate bytes bought in amplified thoughts. Mmmm...// Gotta love this race. Creed. Steady with this space// fore my rocky heart beats.. Tell he ready for diss grace.// Before the white devil stabs me in the back with his stake.// Before I lose this moments focus, Gotta poker face.// Rip off the cover of CDs. Make an example.// Tick off the samples. Like CV’s. Miss handled.// Spitting actively accurately breaking out casts.// Throw trash us to act up,so we can snap.. pop.. getting canned.// Harpoons manned to jack up the whales of a white man.// That complain about families that come in with no plan.// (HOOK) I am the terror, they informed your children about.// I am a dark knight, that overshadows all your doubts.// An operatic hellspawn,white mothers warned, to shout.// “You are a calamity. That wills to bring down a house.”// I am the lovechild of your paranoia and anxiety.// I am the sole survivor of your secret society.// A heavy burden that you painted me to be.// Steadily .Permanently you tainted me to believe.// (BRIDGE) The red is on white ,the blood is on snow This government was built on broken bones The red is on white ,the blood is on snow This government was built on broken bones (VERSE 2) Artificial people adulated for attention.// While the forgotten are under false pretenses.// Celebrities act on relationship advices.// Choking them in vice holds ,wrestling with a crisis.// Social classes used, like habits. Gutter minded. trash, man.// Vocal masses ruled by maggots, utter kindness slapped back.// 2 Back. Pack. All day. Kicked down to take a hike.// You'll get ditched, without reason or rhyme on roadsides.// They'll Have your wife and kids throats. Knifes. Decapitated.// Born to be subjugated. Prepare for assimilation.// Fat cats exceed 9 spirits. Wandering souls.// Planned facts find clerics banishing molds.// Radio active waves wait less on weight less radios.// Image modification saved by webbed households.// Out with the old and in with the old .// The same old show hosts are racist folks.// (HOOK) I am the terror, they informed your children about.// I am a dark knight, that overshadows all your doubts.// An operatic hellspawn,white mothers warned, to shout.// “You are a calamity. That wills to bring down a house.”// I am the lovechild of your paranoia and anxiety.// I am the sole survivor of your secret society.// A heavy burden that you painted me to be.// Steadily .Permanently you tainted me to believe.// (BRIDGE) The red is on white ,the blood is on snow This government was built on broken bones The red is on white ,the blood is on snow This government was built on broken bones (VERSE 3) They desecrate our holy image. Poking their noses// Pinocchio's lying to be whole. Hoarding, to be glorious. For the dough.// To put it in perfect terms, Breaking bread by a hair, split.// Like the Nile River. Holy Moses. Peace be on him.// Not a shooting piece. But a soothing piece// For a Profit. Leader. Heard, then ushered, A community.// Cloaked Hijabis, denigrated. Daggering Humility.// These Site models diss ,playing racks. Plugging in their nudity.// By bottles, modesty's become a knack .Perpetuated.// Progressive thinking. Corruption passed deliberation.// Aborted this mission. Blame their voices of "reason".// Hatching is worthless to chicks with poisonous feelings.// Body image is rock solid to big headed puppets/pop heads.// Journalism is filled with stringent hicks that fret.// If a child becomes a martyr victim, blaming is their defense.// On behalf of immigrants ,came debating.. sent tensed.//

Shots are on the money its getting really funny Their insides are ugly Hook for the dummies. They say a man's trash is another man's treasure.// We need to under stand, our egos need to be measured.// Stunting on our brothers, enacting to suffer.// living in regressed cultures ,diss owning others to gain lovers.// Vanity blunders comfort. Ringmasters are lion kings.// Clowned to master hunger. Crowned to fighting rings.// The only possibility is complaining to the ill in meek.// We shall inherit the earth, praising at the very least.// Underdogs under God, as if we're being unleashed.// The top dogs will falter. with tales between their knees.// Loyalty is the only way we survive consistently.// These cats running wild ,spending unnecessarily// on clothes, cars, and women, that last momentarily.// Temporarily. The whip you drive is still ensnaring me.// Hung enslaved like a whip taken a back. Like.// Lashing about your past life. Projecting through a fast lie.// Shots are on the money its getting really funny Their insides are ugly Hook for the dummies. Nobody wannabe at loss, the working collars weary.// Everybody wanna be a boss. Bold . Dashing. Daring.// Let's take a selfie. For an instance. Enough of these idiots.// Quickly fascinated pricks with diluted focuses.// I guess that hard in the paint talk was dry, Stuck. Yuck.// Watching them is painstaking. Concentrated Punch drunk.// Shaming begins, by the visually Ruthless. a lewd dead..// Bodies violated by the verbally Abusive.// Thinking they are Gods amongst men reigning supreme.// looking down on the depraved. Holding off the cream. // Under the bus thrown, when the pressure tracks esteem.// 1 percenters cut off goals, when we follow our dreams.// They wanna be us ,yet they shun us by taking from us.Thus,// Taking unfortunates that fuss about refunds.// Minorities sleigh wagons. bottom feeding old snails.// Orbiting their auras ,riding off coat tails.// Shots are on the money its getting really funny Their insides are ugly Hook for the dummies. Party animals binge with dabs, to fit in clans.// Tardy infidels hit profits with mocking hearty laughs.// Wenches be like “OMG that's so hilarious// Gucci Louie sporters .Running mouths. Living Vicarious..// That's Jack grabbing tabs. He’s surprisingly generous.// Surgeon deep. Provoking sites, Mollies killing 'em.// Oh why..do they even consider us middle easterners// to harbour a savage culture, which they ripped off as vultures.// Playing ethnic music, while they smoke our hookahs. Moving bellies.// Disgusted. Clean out these tidey whiteys already.// Acting ravishing. Ratchet corpses being offensive .// The prep needs a lesson in class. Welcome to detention.// Wisdom bites fast. Myopic thoughts. Spank em hard.// Wasted white trash .By a shot clock .Lock em arms .// Down syndrome. Going hard in the paint. Weak clubs,// These sitting ducks note intellects, as boring geese subbed.// Shots are on the money its getting really funny Their insides are ugly Hook for the dummies.

Legend has it.. that you would strive building and improving the quality of living for your children. You are a man who started to work at a young age. Laboured with your late great grandmother, who outlived most of your relatives. Relatively speaking the formula was evident. For how ironic of you to work in that environment, as if it was some sort of prediction of whats to come in your position. The ingredients were set.Concentrated. You would collect the fruits of your labour to solve life's mysterious equation after attending your school of hard knocks on a daily basis... A school of thought that taught you the ultimate hard hitting equation of being formulated ,formatted ,and fitted to not live a fit life filled with exquisite prosperous blessings that only blossoms significantly upon a diluted society's so called “significant.” It was written for your rage and innocence to be tried and struggled with. Perhaps, a blessing in disguise? A trail of trials and tribulations teaching you patience. That same patience that made you endure for 20 years. That same patience you preached about for 20 years. That same patience ...made you strike gold. The mother load. When you met her. Fell in love with a Lebanese girl, only several years younger. A girl who hailed from the city, while you were from the country . You were a soldier ,A lieutenant. A part of a revolution. Apart of the Palestinian Liberation Front. All of this was occurring during the Lebanese civil war fought between Muslims and Christians, while having another Middle eastern crisis going on for it throughout the 1970s and 1980s. You fought for your country, but you fought for her country.. as well as fighting for her parents approval, since you weren't up to par in the financial department. Then you both immigrated.. Both of you immigrated... Surpassing. Surpassing constant poverty during your tenure at the refugee camps,struggling. Surpassing living in a zinc plated house with many siblings. Surpassing living with beasts, that had you bogged down and beat by the wilderness that came to be instilled within your spirit. Survival of the fittest. Deliberate. Hard headed. Learned true grit. Wasn't given anything. Heck,Tarzan ain't got nothing on you. No silver platters. Not even plastic plates. Had to settle with eating sandwiches during lunchtime at education institutions that were financed by the UN. You would constantly obsess over being a Palestinian refugee with broken dreams that were shattered, even during conception. Lived your entire life ,sharp witted to cope. An outcast like a shard of glass reflected by the masses as hazardous to a society that loved to critically castrate creativity. Wondering what's the point of dreaming macro, if such dreams were to be diminished in the eyes of the micro mentally diminutive. These myopic men have limited vision on the bigger picture when it comes to seeking inner happiness. You were casually belittled by these so called men, until your kids came to appreciate your patience , after the hell you had to go through. Now look at you. God bless you. Residing in a heaven on earth with your beloved significant other and your children. Some post secondary graduates Some working... Some married... And some writing. Writing a legacy that’s worth writing. I guess its safe to say that the fruits of your labour has come to fruition. Your harvested seeds grew to feed you ease after the hardships. Your grisly dried wrinkled hands plucked from life’s grounded composition a purpose to live. So please. Please.. Accept this application of appreciation presented to you in a form of a peice of a poem blossomed from the heart. A dedication to you, father. The true underdog under God. A legend.

Saghir,AlSaghir.. Little that you know how much I want to show every single bit of emo- tion and passion from the bottom of my soul. Every single bit of respect and salutation shall give you the right to remain silent. No regrets. I shall arrest your heart with my heart. I shall beat you with my heart. I shall abuse my pen and paper as a start of this poetic justice and assault. Grandpa. Jiddi.. I recently came to a full comprehension of your old school thinking. All your insisting and preaching of preserving traditions had me wonder as a kid. Why have you been instilling religious values on a daily basis, as though we didn't know it already? Then it hit me! All the lectures and constant reminders weren't a representation of a strict upbringing, But was a form of resistance against social corruption based on your personal predicaments. Grandma. Sitti- you are beautiful. You and my step grandmother too. You have both embraced love and positivity, and instilled this mentality in the minds of your children and us as well. I thank you for sacrificing your wealth, health,and leisure time to build a family that is up right. 3omoumti-my uncles. You are all hardworking and dedicated men that support their families and friends to an extent of bewilderment. Your moral support and constant generosity isn't only a mere blessing to our eyes, but it also a form of solid wisdom disguised in frivolous and frolicking slapstick moments. As concrete evidence, your hard hitting humour and dry laughter would echo through humid midnight family gatherings on the balcony before our rest. It would sustain the stasis. Solidifying such fond moments that is to be engraved into our minds, as if it was transcribed heliography that is to be immortalized and transcend this life. I salute you for building up and passing down this tradition with your overflowing rivers of love gthat gushes forth to seep through generation barriers. Now,let that sink in. Breaking it down with A heavenly legacy that pertains advice of pursuing your dreams and never forgetting where you come from. 3amati-my aunties. You are all beautiful caring mothers, sisters,and daughters combined in one big recipe of roses and flowers. As it makes sense. Scents in a form of a concave cauldron concoction mixed with a darling delight of joy and modesty. It is the horticulture that irrigates my spirit thanks to your heartfelt domestic nature. God bless thy women. With every dish you wash. With every food you cook. With every assist you took. You scored more points of appreciation in my book, as it is a record yet to be broken and shook by other family households when it comes to full home grown support. Henceforth,you are a major part of this family's foundation to it's rooted core. ..and finally wlad al3am.My cousins.. You are the springing youth to greatness of this extended family lineage, that was birthed from the loins of poverty. This lineage that endures the common streams of sufferings and make it seem like it was seamed within every fiber of their being. This lineage that is unmistakeably interlaced and cut from the same cloth, as they all yearn for God to be pleased no matter what they have been given. This lineage I am proud of being apart of and never being apart from. For me.. I look at it like this. Great things do come in small packages packed with humility. Therefore, I can proudly say I am apart of this great family that isn’t a small family, but THE Small family. Sirname Translation: Saghir-Alsaghir.