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LYRICS;
22 holes
To chest
I wear this tale
On my chest
For me to tell
The rest
This man was wearing 
No vest
he held a wooden
Stick
Believing 
It would do the trick
Make the suffering 
Disappear 
And make the angles
Come near
it was anger
Which substituted 
The fear
Oh my 
Oh my
im simply only asking why
 I Look upon the tv 
and all I see is lies
but I know my people
Try 
And  my seed will never 
Die 
 Like fuck do they know 
Bout our pain
it flows through
 our veins
 they dare to call us 
The same
No we aint the same
My homie kidnapped
By  the cops 
and it coulda
Fucked up his brain
15 years old 
No we not the same
House arrest for a
Year 
Our system don’t play 
Your game
forever in chains
 And It forever rains
rubber bullets
And tear gas
Im so glad 
that I managed 
To skip class
And not come home 
In a cassss-ket
think it aint real
Come look
And well see
 who laughs bitch
keep your ears up
You never know
What happens
Its a hunting ground
All around
Pushed out of bound
At the brink
Of being extinct
But how does this affect
my mental
Happiness levels
I can’t expect you 
To level with me
There are so few
On my side
 of history
A lot deprived of
Expressing their situation
Lost in the mist
Of globalisation
my mind is an
Inundation
Of thoughts
Paranoia, cops
Smalls things 
And what not
Papers in check when you get 
Stopped
Try and dress right
So that you don’t get shot
I face these things a lot 
 My friends and family
 Yes They face
 these things a lot 
Like would of thought
Who woulda thought

Write my name
With some numbers
Dot dot dot
Where you reside
They can spot 
Lock and drop
Dead at the scene
Not even a chance
For a tear 
To drop
Realized
My life was taken
 right  before 
My eyes
And you ask
Why 
I fantasize
About such events
Can’t you tell 
im fucking stressed
This occupation shit
Never fails to  mess
And miss
Ask why life Gotta be like this.
i face questions
You will never meet
Hear about relatives
That I will never greet
Young boy slash man
 wobbling on his feet
Occupation on the sheet
And I feel like I must
Have an answer
I try and reach
Through to reason
And see through
The anger
As it permanently 
Resides
Somewhere deep inside
we been on the ride
Since 48
I can feel
It in my veins
invisible chains
Wrapped around my brain
Never meant to be
Free
this not what comes
To mind
When they say 
Life aint ea-sy
Im always asking 
Why I 
Think so deep-ly
- 22 Holes symbolises the 22 holes which were left behind in the chest of man who was murdered in front of QAQ. The piece aims to depict the every day chaos which can be seen living in every day Jerusalem, as well as the fragility of life depending on what ethnic group you belong to. In QAQ's case it was being Arab. QAQ also goes on to give examples of this by pointing out how a friend was once kidnapped by police in daylight at age 15 and placed on house arrest for a year, for a crime that he never committed. Globalisation is also a prevailing theme and QAQ describe's his people as forgotten. Furthermore, the pain of his people's is expressed as well as how much stress is placed upon any individual's mind who is somehow, some way connected to this suffering.

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