Desert Storm, Echo's From My 3rd Grade Classroom

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

For those that don't know me who are reading this verse, it will only make sense if you atleast know that I grew up in America and didn't personally meet a Muslim till I was 18 years old which is the same year I converted to Islam.  This is about in 3rd grade, a classroom full of white kids, hearing about Islam and Muslims for the first time because of the Desert Storm/Gulf War 1 that was going on at the time.

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Burried deep in the past, 10 years later it would be dug up/
Memories of stuff that didn't make sense to me I'd forgotten most of/
Old environments removed, previous thinking slid away like snow on a roof
and gone the habits from before, washed away like a shower/
In this new day and hour, voices from my 3rd grade class come in louder/
So let's open up the pages to that old chapter and see what we find/
A community trying to pull the wool over our eyes, with outright lies/
We were just kids, but still I remember that I knew the difference/
Between a war that's real, and a war that's an imaginary figment/
We asked our teacher about Gulf War 1 in Iraq, and all sat and listened/
She told us those people are different, they pray 5 times in submission/
I was young at the time, but in 5 daily prayers I saw a deep wisdom/
So I still wasn't understandin what this all had to do with bombin children/
She said well, the women lower their gazes from the men/
And I thought about this, and in such behaivor I couldn't find sin/
So we kept asking this questions over and over again/
Never would we get an answer that was sufficient/
The classes worst kid, the fat bully who always wanted attention/
Ended up being the one supplying us with all the information/
He said "I-racked, and then I-ran", and he chopped below his tummy/
then he said "Insane, Hussien", I tried to laugh but it wasn't funny
I still didn't get it, at home I went and asked my mom what was happenin/
I wanted to know what was at stake, cause visually I saw no challenge/
She told me if we lose, then gas will go up a few dollars per gallon/
I was watchin the Super Bowl that evening man we were just chillin livin good/
The comfort of the home, burn of the firewood, watchin Scott Norwood/
The Bills were my team, the big deal was when they missed the final kick/
But what I remember was they kept showing clips of the soldiers in tents/
They kept saying "Support the Troops" and they'd be waiving saying "Hi Mom"/
I asked my Mom if they were in danger of being hit by a bomb/
She said no they were watching the game and out of the way of harm/
I thought what kind of a war is this, over gas prices while watching football/
Then it became clear to me, that for my family, this is no real war at all/


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