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DAM - HA'E'E KFAYE - حقيقي كفاية

'BEN HAANA WA MAANA' Out Now! Order, download or stream here: https://dam.lnk.to/BHWMYo To Book Shows - [email protected] or [email protected] Follow DAM: https://www.damofficialband.com   / damofficialband     / damofficialband     / damofficialband   Lyrics in Arabic - https://genius.com/Dam-haee-kfaye-lyrics Lyrics/Translation in English: I spent an hour with my dad’s body, 30 minutes with my grandpa’s body And I didn’t even drop one tear You think it’s haunting me in my dreams? Don’t worry, I sleep like a baby Put me in front of a crowd and I will burn the stage Put me in front of your eyes and i will stutter If you see me peeling onions next to the next dead body Then understand that I am trying to be like you That’s the effect of Ramat Eshkol’s hood The emotions were never part of our visitors The cemeteries have a strong gravity And my parents raised me to float like Armstrong Our neighbor lived by the gun and died by the gun My father sent us to the best schools so he lived by the Loans and died by the loans, but still he suffered from the East’s plague He used to tell me “Be a man, don’t cry, tears are for pussies” So when my sons cry I tell them the same So cry, grow your hair, put on an earring, I will work on myself Your tears are rain drops to the drought that’s within me Educate me to be real in my life like I am in my songs This is me, stuck between food for the soul and food on the table I’m real enough to admit that I am not real enough I write about the molotovs and the only bottle I held was a Cabernet I’m real enough to admit that I am not real enough I have no Botox, it’s my real face But sometime to solve things I have to change my face I practice my tongue to be more macho So I can survive the hood I was a kid when I saw someone getting killed I represent the hood in my songs but I'm glad that Me and my sisters moved out and never came back I write so reflect my reality and reporters can tell the world what I go through I’m so naive, the world doesn’t care about poverty and the reporter is taking me as a job I’m real enough, who wins who loses, I don’t care about the disses Arabic rap is not missing rhymes but missing some balls I’m no racist, no patriot, i’m just a product of this generation I’m honest enough, and I accept my weaknesses and my strength This is me, sometimes a rebel and sometimes I’m a Yes Man I’m real enough to admit that I am not real enough I criticize the men but sometimes I criticize her outfit I’m real enough to admit that I am not real enough No makeup, no liners, barefoot on the stage Focus on my periorbital dark circles and don’t photoshop it Reality has a bit of fatness, a bit of wrinkles Reality is not a front page cover of a magazine This city is limiting, if I move abroad I will reach global stages Or will I lose my authenticity? Am I a geographical talent ? If there’s a massacre in Gaza I will tour Europe, even though I’m not from Gaza A massacre in Syria? They‘ll put me on the shelf and choose a Syrian artist I’m in between real and realistic, pessimistic and optimistic I ask the crowd to raise their hands up and in real life I raise my hands sometimes I count on my art, that’s what I tell myself every morning “You cannot count on your art” that’s what the bank keeps telling me Reality has a bit of debt This is me, I hate the game but sometimes have to play it I’m real enough to admit that I am not real enough I fight for women’s rights and sometimes I use it as an excuse I’m real enough to admit that I am not real enough To Book Shows - [email protected]