White Helmets – Song and Lyrics by Adham Assaad

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘White Helmets’ by Adham Assaad. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Adham Assaad or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Wake up to another bomb drop
Say something Mama, when’s it gonna stop?
Wanna go to school but might get shot
Wanna play it cool but fear my thoughts
I feel the things they just see
I see the things they don’t feel
Hear they livin’ like a V.I.P
But livin’ here I might D-I-E

Try to see the vision of some children livin’
Rubble floor to ceilin’, each and every buildin’
Treated like a villian’, killing every kid and
Ain’t no penicillin, givin’ better feelings
Living’s now a mission, see no pot to piss in
Seen ’em burn a village, They won’t see a prison
Morning’s never given, we can’t ever give in
Guess we’ll just stay hidden, Ain’t nobody listen

Looking for a new spot to move in
This’s what they meant by a movement
Got nothing left to try and move with
Any chance of peace they just remove it
But I can’t stop, keep moving
Take your shots, keep shooting
Asking myself “Are you human?”
Giving your own people these bruises
Wow

We never been livin’
We only been survivin’
White Helmets still diggin’
For children
In buildings
And my whole life been missin’
Still grateful for where I’ve been
‘Cause White Helmets still diggin’
For children
In buildings

Some of them wanna wish me well
Pennies inside of a wishing well
Heaven sent, but death’s all I smell
So it really feel like I’m in hell
Not much you can see on me
Still I’ve been thanking G-O-D
Making millions playing C.O.D
Game’s really just my P.O.V

They’ve never really played fair
Sending their kids into daycares
I’m keeping my friends outta crosshairs
There’s not really much that they share
Know some of us tried to stay there
But they didn’t wanna breathe the same air
Seaport when we make our way there
Deport when they tell us “take care”

Invited you to come in my life
Just so you could see what it’s been like
Only see clean water from my eyes
Maybe that’s why they make us cry
Kid digging his Dad’s coffin
Never had much in our pockets
Praying for the blessings of a profit
Know I’m not talking about a wallet
Nah

We never been livin’
We only been survivin’
White Helmets still diggin’
For children
In buildings
And my whole life been missin’
Still grateful for where I’ve been
‘Cause White Helmets still diggin’
For children
In buildings