You must understand this, Marcela I believe in the past of my people and in their future Future You are a conquered people You may conquer the land You may slaughter the people That is not the end Yeah No appreciating ancient paths and ways Like we the same not just by taste The food and floods The brotherhoods bronze era trades Many tribes and many raids All came the East African way Middle of the road, never paved We the ones who stayed Not semi you whole semite, proto ghaussilian Canaanite, akkadian, sumerian, phonecian I'm awed by the con actualized that we not one own race in completion They tried to keep us competing but look to ge'ez bibles To proto sinaitic script we was writing And one is liable to devise in a common ancestry we should unite in Shared plight To all my brothers and sisters in the middle of the east I wish an ease of life A kindle of peace I swear to share a piece of mine Peace to all in the Middle East