Palestine: From Holy Land to Holy Struggle – Fo Shizzle

Yo, it all started way back in the day,
Before them empires came through to play.
We talkin’ ancient vibes, Canaanite tribes,
Land so rich, even pharaohs caught the vibes.

Fast forward — Abraham walked through the sand,
Blessed with a promise, straight from the Man.
Prophets came preachin’, from Moses to Isa,
Spreadin’ peace like hummus on a warm pita.

Then Rome came stompin’ with Caesar’s pride,
But Palestine stayed standin’ — never took the slide.
Even when the temples crumbled and fell,
The spirit of the land still had a story to tell.

Islam rolled in with the desert breeze,
Omar ibn al-Khattab brought it in peace.
Jerusalem? Oh that joint got keys,
To Jews, Christians, and Muslims – all on they knees.

Then the Crusaders? Man, they wilded out,
But Salahuddin came through — cleared that route.
Respect for all, that’s how he rolled,
A real OG, pure heart, pure gold.

Ottomans ruled, then Britain came through,
Puttin’ lines on maps like that’s somethin’ new.
They made promises, broke ‘em too,
Played both sides like a DJ crew.

1948 — that’s when the pain hit,
Zionists moved in, said “This our kit.”
Families displaced, tears on the ground,
Whole villages wiped out, not a soul around.

Nakba they call it — “the catastrophe,”
Ain’t nothin’ poetic ‘bout that history.
Refugees in camps, dreams turned to dust,
Still prayin’ for justice, still fightin’ with trust.

But yo, don’t think it’s all doom and gloom,
Palestine still breathes — rose from the tomb.
The land got rhythm, the people got soul,
From Gaza to Ramallah, they still got goals.

Throwin’ rocks at tanks with a keffiyeh swing,
Ain’t got F-16s, but they still kings.
Mothers raise martyrs, poets spit flames,
Artists paint struggle, rappers drop names.

It ain’t just a war, it’s a vibe, it’s a stance,
It’s holdin’ your ground when you ain’t got a chance.
It’s olive trees, oud beats, old streets,
And kids playin’ soccer where bombs meet.

So next time you hear ‘bout the Holy Land,
Know it ain’t just sand — it’s blood and stand.
Palestine ain’t a hashtag or passing phase,
It’s a heartbeat that’s survived all the plays.

Free minds, free land — that’s the mission,
Until then, Uncle Snoop just sendin’ you this vision.

Free Palestine. Always. Fo’ life. Fo’ real. Fo’ shizzle.