Friday night i arrive in glee,
to my silent home, no anxiety..
soon thinkin of that test i ain't ready for,
all the questions & dread in store
the mood changes, food grazes,
the bottom of my stomach which in full praises,
till its doin butterflies when im thinkin bout
then erasin the lies with instinctful doubt,
and next morning wake up in a cold sweat
hopin` my bets with buddies didn't fold yet,
the bets of how long we'd live, this religion followed
with our REAL hopes & wishes, visions swallowed,
we got up; otherwise we'd face the penalties;
does it matter? soon my family won't remember me
but i went anyway, the leader said it's Islamic pride,
but i really knew that it was NOT inside...
i trained in secret, no one knew exactly where it is
cuz the enemy wasn't ready for a terrorist