Lock in w/ #4SO 🎯: https://linktr.ee/4softb Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/4shootersonly/ Merch: https://shop4so.com/ Email: info@fromtheblock4so.com #4SO #FromTheBlock English translation: I don’t know why, on these nights specifically, I remember a past filled with a hundred question marks. Deception, malice, lies, hatred—everything is allowed. A world where an honest person is worth less than a liar. There’s no point in listening to what people say. They saw me as wrong, but I still moved forward miraculously. Left, right—should I go right? I was lost and confused. I decided to walk the right path, the right, the right… against the flow. (Try to remember…) The picture is split exactly in two, So I tried to balance it, walking the line—but now I’m exhausted. My answer was sent, my question was asked, but I saw no reply. A moment sealed in cement—why does life keep shocking me? My vision of the paper is unconventional—that’s what my peers say I left the text and built my own identity. I never left Egypt, I’m still in my home. I never lived fake, I never lived a lie. I’m from the countryside, I’m the man of my house, And I never forgot the bread and salt we shared, my brother. Why is there no one like you? I can’t find anyone. In this authoritarian reality, How did I lose my other half? My German half. My ties were cut, The caravan moves on, But is this really my caravan? Looks like I need therapy. I ask myself a question and answer as if I’m two people. Then we argue, and argue—what’s next? I tried to mediate between both sides. Am I hurting, or am I going insane? In my head, a scream echoes like a melody. I analyzed my past and asked: What happened to me? Why have I become a zombie with a blurry vision? Facing life head-on, Any emotion that appears, I turn it off—so what’s wrong this time? By everything sacred to me, since you left, I haven’t found my way. And our picture still embraces me in my mind. The picture is split exactly in two, So I tried to balance it, walking the line—but now I’m exhausted. My answer was sent, my question was asked, but I saw no reply. A moment sealed in cement—why does life keep shocking me? My vision of the paper is unconventional—that’s what my peers say. I left the text and built my own identity. I never left Egypt, I’m still in my home. I never lived fake, I never lived a lie. I’m from the countryside, I’m the man of my house, And I never forgot the bread and salt we shared, my father. I don’t know why, on these nights specifically, I remember a past filled with a hundred question marks. Deception, malice, lies, hatred—everything is allowed. A world where an honest person is worth less than a liar. There’s no point in listening to what people say. They saw me as wrong, but I still moved forward miraculously. Left, right—should I go right? I was lost and confused. I’m the one who walked the right path, the right, the right… against the flow. (Dounia Wael:) “It’s really hard to accept the idea that there’s no answer. The moment you start accepting reality, You reach the hardest stage of the five— Depression. And you feel like nothing has meaning”