Mr. B

I saw the face of the devil, he takes human form
Interpreted his secrets and I just want to inform
He follows 10 commandments but not the ones that transform you
And its content is enough to make most of us cringe, just read the inscription engraved on the Stonehenge.
I saw him in black, hat covered his eyes, and evil rules within him and all the plans he devised. Manipulating the world and it’s money supply.
You may know him simply as Gepetto, strings attached to his fingers but that he’ll deny.
To him its about more than taking the sovereignty to contort, he wants more than resolving issues in a world court, it doesn’t stop at oil prices, vaccines and inflation
He has plans to rid the world of over half the population! He travels the earth going back and forth , covets a bow and sits on a white horse he has no remorse when his plan takes course.
You love the sweet taste of his poison, aspartame in your coffee, he’s killing us softly, Mason 32^nd degree
The culling has started the Aristocrats have emerged, and he is one of them and their entities have merged, I’ve feed you the truth but fluoridation has caused you to purge
Just listen to my words, a verity seldom heard.
He poisons you while you’re sleeping, medicine tainted with squalene
He works behind a screen, lies in bed with the Queen
Leads our babies to the reaper, while leaving the mother’s grieving
He’s deceiving, and I saw him rise from the sea, ten crowns on his head eyes infrared
He is like a leopard but has the feet of a bear mouth of a lion I swear I aint lying
Was blessed by a dragon, and bears ten crowns, was spewed to the earth old men of renown
He has 7 faces, got us tied in the laces, origin goes back too far for us to trace it
But what they say he is he worships the sun, told a lie on God and gave him a son
Crucified him and bestowed him a crown, so he sits upon thrones with crosses upside down, Mr. B is lost but then again he is found
I saw him in the shadows and he’s hijacked my life, hijacked God’s religion even hijacked Christ. Governs the world and this may sound absurd
But Mr. B’s alive and well….Mr. Bilderberg….

Unshackle The Chains

Don’t start the revolution without me, merely a woman but please don’t doubt me
Strength of a bull, spurring throughout me.
And they’re afraid
But not of my tender frame
And not of my name
But they’re afraid of my words and the things that I exclaim
Unshackle your chains!
We’re not asking permission
Not living another day in this destitute condition
Unshackling the iron chains you have put on our cognition
On our tradition, our position, this aint a plea but a sedition
And Im standing at the front line, to look the beast in his face
And Im taking my retribution for the truths that you’ve erased
All the lives that you’ve debased, and the body’s you have slain
We’ve awaken from our coma and are unshackling the chains
And to the minds that were captive like mine too blind to resist
The ones that pleaded for us to get along, so we can coexist
Who have fell in love with the master’s chains, numbed by his venom kiss
Too deaf to hear the serpent when so violently he hissed
We’ve taken you upon our shoulder’s but need you to come out that sleep
Need soldiers on the hilltops, to see the snakes in the valley deep
Need you to open up your eyes, so you can see the devil’s disguise
Reclaim your birthright, and all your truths that he denies
Unshackle your chains! Start with the ones on your hands and feet
That got you adhesive to these streets, auction blocks that’s concrete
And then remove them from your mind so you can relinquish your heart
And you can begin to love your brother and the knowledge will impart
And we can begin to destroy the falsehood of the inhumane
Begin to get over the pain
If we just unshackle the chains…

Jihad Between the Two of Me

When I look in the mirror I see one face, but trust me someone else is there, not a care for each other, we hate one another, and the result has been complete warfare.
See at first we kept our distance but in an instance we bumped heads, and neither of us will stop till the other one of us is dead, a thirst for blood that must be fed.
See she is truly of this world, while I am focused on this deen. And I swear she is pure evil unfurled, while I stay away from the obscene.
And so one day when I got up and proceeded to make my prayers, I saw a bomb fall from the sky but no one else was there. No one else but her that is, she was enthused to see me maimed, caught me when I turned my head, and then my heart became inflamed.
Didn’t know how I would manage, fighting this war alone. And to top it off Im disadvantaged, wounded to the bone.
So yes she had the upper hand, while I stand in my place, this other half of me is winning, shot right past me in this race
Or this chase as I pursue her, to subdue her, but she’s quick. And I swear that I was on her heels but ran into a wall of bricks. But like Joshua fought the battle, Jericho’s walls came tumbling down. And just then the missile hit me, knocked me face first to the ground.
And just as I was getting up a foot stomped on my back, because anger from within me left me vulnerable to attack. And the fact of the matter is she could have killed me on that day
But for some reason she just smiled at me, and silently she got away.
And I know it isn’t over, see we share the same persistence, and this world just isn’t big enough to hold our co-existence.
So I know she’s coming back , with her here my mind just can’t be free, one battle won, by my other half in this jihad between the two of me….

I Am Only Me

I am only one person, cannot stop those men from conspiring.
I am only one heart and cannot stop it from desiring.
I am just me, cannot face these criminals alone,
but I cannot shut my lips, to remain silent is to condone.
I only have two hands just flesh, and bones,
cannot fight with the Palestinians all they have is stones.
I am one voice; solo, not backed by instrumental,
just speaking from my heart, words so detrimental.
I am just one person, can not feed the whole of Darfur,
cannot stop the tanks from shooting. Cannot put an end to this war.
I am just me brown skin and black hair,
I cannot take back the sixties but I wish I was there.
Marching and raising fist with eyes that glistened
it may not have been the best of times when you spoke they listened.
And if you had a cause worth provoking a fight,
then the people stood with you until injustice was made right.
But here and today its just me head in the clouds,
thinking about Malcolm if he was alive.
I am only me and cant bring back that time,
cannot wake the people up, cannot open their minds.
I am the lone soldier, and cannot help what I say.
Cannot take a flight to bust my brothers from Guantanamo Bay.
I cannot un-teach the lies, or reconstruct those buildings,
and I cannot stop my heart from having these feelings.
I am just me, a one man band,
but no one's dancing to the beat, and I cannot understand.
They tell me I live illusions, because I came to a conclusion,
and I refuse to be one of the ones immersed in mass confusion.
I am only one soul I cannot make them all believe,
I only have one voice, I cannot make their minds conceive.
I can only write verses, and hope that they read,
spit the truth at them like slugs and hope they don’t bleed.
Teach the truth to my children and hope they take heed.
I am only one person, I have only one choice,
I have only two hands, and only one voice.
I cannot make the people hear, cannot make them want to be,
I cannot make them take a stand, cannot force them to see.
I am only me.....
 

Philadelphia

Philadelphia is bleeding, leaking thru its jugular vein. The children are now the mothers, and the fathers have been slain.
The ones left aren’t crying because the drugs have numbed the pain, wandering through these streets it seems we cannot stop the rain.
The Ummah is divided no one here to sow the gaps, the brothers killing brothers and write about it in their raps.
You cannot leave your home unless your adequately strapped, for the shoot out during Dhuhr while the young boys play their craps.
And what about the babies they just wanted to play in their lawn, and what about the righteous who prostrate way before its dawn,
who are up until its late praying and do not sleep or care to yawn, what do we tell the mothers when their babies are long gone?
Philadelphia is bleeding, and I don’t know what to do, because it seems to me the occupants just do not have a clue.
And its sad to even say it but what’s more sad is its true, instead of being loyal to your Lord they say their loyal to their crew.
Muslims shunning Muslims, yet their friendly to disbelievers, everyone’s telling lies competing to be the best deceiver,
while the women raise the men, hiding scars given from the one that beat her.
Maghrib is coming in and we’ve already lost three lives. The sisters want a divorce because he’s not just to all his wives,
he doesn’t have the money and he cannot split the time, so now muslimah’s out past Isha, working ready to lose her mind.
The women no longer know what it means to have humility, the men they love pleasure, but run from responsibility.
And the only excuse they give is “this is what my environment did to me.” But you wouldn’t have time for the streets if you were in the Masjid diligently, consistently, and willfully.
Give no Sadaqa say you hurting,
but you keep a bottle of Bourbon,
keep that dutch filled and at arms reach,
and no one practices what they preach!
Im so tired and if I was like them I’d be one of the one’s leaving.
But I don’t run this is where Im from, but Philadelphia is bleeding…….

No More Love Lost

I realized Im not crazy, just got too much love inside of me.
Left sitting helpless as it creeped up and swallowed me,
chewed and devoured me
Spat me out as you just laughed
realized your hands werent there to catch me when I fell upon my ass.
And I still got the bruises, all this here is numb
so I put ice upon my heart, I know now not to be so dumb.
And the ice I placed after the sutures made me cold and cavalier
Ripped my heart from his possession right after he stabbed it with his spear.
No Im not crazy, just too much love inside this heart of mine.
So I hid it in a place that I can no longer find
a place that isnt bound by gravity or time
Obliterated the emotions I had lingering behind.
But the scars they changed my face and so Im a new person.
Trying to see beyond my stolen faith, see the sun beyond the curtain
Certain that the love will consume the pain, entomb the hurt, insume the strain
But I swear to you it doesnt, but it buries it instead
and I dont mind just as long as the thoughts are absent in my head
Shedding no more tears Ive rearranged my composure
cant be hurt by my own love if I give it no exposure
A disclosure I have signed, I've waived my rights at all cost

keep all this love locked inside me so there's no more love lost...

This is Who I Am

I’VE BEEN KISSED BY THE SUN, ENLIGHTENED BY THE MOON. LIKE FRESH BAKED BREAD NOT TAKEN OUT TO SOON, LIKE THE SAND DUNE SMOOOOOOTH. I’M ADAM’S RIB NOT TO BE BENT OR BROKEN; A SOFT WORD SPOKEN. WHISPERS IN THE NIGHT, A BANG!! IN THE LIGHT, IM A BLIND MAN’S SIGHTS. IM THAT ROCK THROWN BY THE OPPRESSED AND SO MUCH MORE NOTHING LESS…A STRANGER NOT TO BE CLASSIFIED WITH THE REST. IM NOT THE BEST OF HUMANITY BUT IM THE BEST OF ME, MIGHT NOT POSESS ALL OF MY SANITY, BUT MY MIND IS FREE. I AM A FULL GROWN WOMAN NOT JUST BEHIND AND BOSUM, SO I COVER WHAT IS MINE, YES…I AM MUSLIM!!!! I AM ALLAH TA-ALA’s PROOF, EYES OPEN TO THE TRUTH, BOLD ENOUGH TO SPEAK IT, AND REAL ENOUGH TO BE IT. I CAN SEE IT, CAN YOU? DO YOU FEEL MY WORDS ARE TRUE? IM A BLACK WOMAN FEARLESS, I DONT BELIEVE IN MUSLIM TERRORIST. JUST GREEDY IMPERIALIST, TAKING LIVES AND SPREADING LIES. TORTURING HUSBANDS AND RAPING WIVES. RAPING MY POCKETS AND I USE MY WORDS TO STOP IT. I DONT CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE ME IN ALL BLACK I AM THE MOTHER OF THE EARTH AND NOT THE CAUSE OF NO ATTACK, I REACT WITH MY WORDS TOO HUMBLE TO FIGHT, NOT THE TYPE OF WOMAN THAT ACTS ON SPITE. I SEE LIGHT IN MY RELIGION, AND THIS HIJAB WAS MY DECISION, YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO YOUR OPINION SO LET ME HAVE MINE. DONT COME TO ME WITH THE DRAMA CUZ I CANT FIND THE TIME. IM NOT YOUR’S BUT IM MINE. RELAXED AND RECLINED. I WAS KISSED BY THE SUN, ENLIGHTENED BY THE MOON, LIKE FRESH BAKED BREAD NOT TAKEN OUT TOO SOON. IM THE SAND DUNE SMOOOOOOTH……

Diamond Hidden in the Grime of the Streets II

The pressure it broke her, pain woke her from her sleep
They told her she was nothing, had a value dirt cheap
But the dirt holds life, brings existence to light
So with that notion she remained, and she gave up her fight
No use in opposing it so now she embraced it
And all of those fears of the darkness she decided to face it
Knowing light came from the darkness, she suddenly became aware
But the pressure made her crumble in those times of despair
Still couldn’t see her way, she was boxed in at all angles
It was like the force wrapped around her and the result became entangled
She was strangled by her own resistance, praying for a breathe of air
Playing this game of war, but she was playing solitaire
No one else was there, and she was beginning to feel she had no purpose
Until the volcano erupted and brought her life to surface
And who would have known, that she’s shine so bright, despite the disconsolate state of mind
The pressure that once destroyed her, became her strength within God’s time
This child that God created and allowed for the Earth to excrete…
Suddenly began to know herself, the diamond hidden in the grime of the streets

Conspiracy Theories

I keep having these dreams of the world and it’s destruction,
Thinking of the ones responsible for all the world’s corruption.
Attempting to make sense of all these conspiracy theories
Trying to see the good in everyone but I admit most times Im wary
They got underground bunkers and they said we’re not invited
Running from the flames but who’s to blame when we ignited
I have faith despite it, but I got visions in my head
Trying to read between the lines, and Im hoping I misread
They never told me that Hitler was one of them, funded by the Illuminati
And some of us still believe we conquered the moon, but that there is improbably
And I swear Osama is not our foe, is so then he’d be dead
Just like Hussein is alive and well, but all these notions go unsaid
All the evidence from 9-11 points you straight to them
And they got us drunk with all they lies, filled our cups up to the brim
Got me looking out for assassins, you know the ones that killed John and King
And Lennon fell victim, and so did Bobby, while we shout let freedom ring
And I know for a fact the CIA put them drugs in my brothers hand
And Rick Ross and Bush were best of friends, yet one never got called to the witness stand
We asking the wrong questions, why they lie about the coward’s bravery
And forgot to mention that Lincoln wasn’t thinking of us, that man was pro-slavery
He had a few of his own, they wore those chains about the collar
He never cared about freedom, that man was worried about a dollar
And these dreams left a scar on my pillow, I keep seeing the devil’s face
His eyes are blue, his skin is red, his teeth are white got me praying for God’s grace
Cuz NASA got pictures of the sun, and said it’s ready to erupt
But no one heard them when they whispered, so that leaves us all fucked
Cuz when those rays knock out our power, it aint gone be much that we can do
They keep us distracted, keep the lies protracted and this is more than just a point of view
Had to readjust my vision so I could see the truth more clearly
And the rest of us just disregard, we refuse to believe the conspiracy theories
Now I admit some are far gone, I aint too sure if the Sumerians were right
I mean I cant fathom life on Nibiru, giants invading the earth with the daybreak light
And people don’t just vanish from Area 51 I mean it’s a little more to it than that
Its more likely they interfered with a hidden agenda, tryna expose the snakes and rats
Im trying to separate falsehood from reality Im just trying to concieve,
Because although these are just dreams, these are theories I believe….

Single Mother's Anthem

I was in love with him...and now Im in love with what he's given me.
And words just cant express the love I have for life that lived in me,
I mean they're the epitome, of everything eminent,
but he refused to see their majesty and how it's so resplendent.
And I gave him a million excuses but he always has one more
And I wanted to give him everything, but now those feeling I deplore
this is the man that screamed he loved me, while he walked right through the door.
And when those babies screamed for daddy, I was the one to answer the call.
He was a coward neglecting life he made, this brother had the gall!
To look me in my eyes and swear, but then he disavowed
think you can judge me for those things I did, some of which Im not too proud.
But where were you when the water was nose high, perusing through the streets.
Cuz all those things I did, I only did them so your children could eat
And what about those nights I tucked them tight because we had no heat,
or all the days I had to slave to put shoes on their feet?
So yes Im bitter! but trust me its not because I used to love you
And Im not sweating all those lonely nights I used to think of you.
But how can I rid you from my mind when she got eyes just like yours,
and how can I explain that you left so you could be with those whores?
You left without looking back, and now Im picking up your slack,
told one lie after another, you just a dead beat brother,
the reason for this anthem; words from a single mother

Diamonds Hidden in the Grime of the Streets

Buried deep...like coal in the mine.
Grown to perfection like, the grape on the vine
it was time
Time that made her mature, but the grime of the streets made her value obscure,
made her insecure
She didnt assess the pressure
didnt accurately measure, that the force against her will is what made her a treasure...
the force, thats what it was
Skin black just like coal, burnt so deep it permeated into the core of her soul
so brilliant yet, somehow she didnt know
Black is synonymous to stregnth and in the sun she would glow
but it was what she was told...didnt know who she was
they neglected to tell her
would rather dispel her
she was a pearl and the grime of the streets it shelled her
or should I say entombed? Everything that made her magic
it was the pressure of the streets and the friction became static.
But the pressure of dirt turns coal into diamonds
buried deep in the earth, we think we can measure their worth.
Trapped in darkness brought to light, like a child during birth and that was her!
She was that child the Earth would excrete, a diamond hidden in the grime of the streets.
they walked past and around and sometimes even over, it's like they hulled on the weight
she held heavy on her shoulders, it was the pressure!
The force that made her a treasure, buried deep in the Earth if she'd just measure her worth.
Brought from darkness to the light like a child during birth...
Pressure...now obsolete
A diamond hidden in the grime of the streets.