I just dont understand, guess Ill never know
Heard your voice in my dreams...

You called me an oppressed female.
You called my brother and father a terrorist...

Im the one in the crowd but is still feeling all...
Im the one who screams with out a sound...

Im Muslim.
You say Im a terrorist...

You were my hero.
You were mine...

Its called depression,
And it just goes away, thats what they say...

This was her dream.
If you laugh at this...

Look into my eyes.
Look in deeper, finally feel the freedom...

Aint given this a name yet.
I made a mental record in my head...

I hope to see the strain,
I hope to see you in pain...

Listen to my rhyme,
watch me shine...

Treason, murder, suicide!
You know all these sins...