No One Comes – Lyrical Protest for Palestine | Original Track - Prod. By mussi

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lyrics.

Yo…
This ain’t politics, this is pain.
This is a voice from the ash and the rain.
Palestine, 2 A.M.—listen...
Verse 1
I wake to the sound of drones in the sky,
Mama prays hard while the missiles fly.
No water, no light, just a lullaby,
Of screams in the night and a soul that won’t die.
Blockade tight like a fist on our neck,
I dream of peace but I’m sleeping on wreck.
My cousin got hit for throwin' a stone,
Now he’s a name on a wall, not a name on a phone.
They call it war—I call it breathin’ in chains,
Tryna raise hope in a world that rains.
Tears mix with the smoke, no room for pride,
But I carry my flag, even buried inside.
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Still we stand, still we rise,
Even with blood in our lullabies.
No more food, no place to flee,
But they can’t kill what they can’t see—
My roots run deep, my soul’s unbanned—
I am the voice, I am the land.
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They bomb the schools, say it’s defense,
But how you fear a child behind a fence?
Freedom’s a word that we barely say,
‘Cause they shoot at dreams in the light of day.
They want us erased, silent, small,
But we write truth on every wall.
My aunt got stopped tryna cross that line,
For medicine we ain’t had since ‘99.
A ceasefire’s just a pause in the bleed,
A headline flash that forgets the need.
Still we teach, still we learn,
Still we plant seeds where the tanks return.
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Still we stand, still we rise,
Even with blood in our lullabies.
No more food, no place to flee,
But they can’t kill what they can’t see—
My roots run deep, my soul’s unbanned—
I am the voice, I am the land.
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Tell me, who defends a child in flame?
Who speaks loud when they erase our name?
You watch the war through a screen, then scroll,
But we carry every loss like it’s part of our soul.
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This ain’t about hate, it’s about breath.
About life, about death.
About a people still standin’,
While the world forgets.