Shadows

By Hossein isaac

Shadows

In the soil that’s bled but sleeps,
His hands are tied, his dreams nailed down with iron.
His enemy isn’t from across borders—
They sold wisdom for bread: that’s the law of power.
Children grow up in alleys with tears, not laughter,
To the sound of blasts and tear gas.
Our mothers no longer sing poems at night—
Their lullabies are now:
"Don’t come back if you leave again."

  • Hip Hop
  • Rap
  • Pop

SHADOWS

Credits

ISAAC & MOHSEN - ARRANGEMENT BY MOHSEN
  • SHADOWS