Can you remember where you came from?
Royalty written in DNA, pours out through your skin and the Sun recognizes you.
Been on this journey so long that you forgot who you were, traded your throne for the stoop, and your crown for a coupe. Left your castle, left your child…lost Queens in the wild. Trying to remember, Where they were or where they maybe going. Have you forgotten? The life you had before picking cotton? When your father was a King and your mother a Queen, before you renounced your throne, identity unknown. Taught that you were a heathen, a blasphemous lie, truth written in the stars descendants of the Most High, building structures on this dimension that cant be reproduced, you’ve forgotten the knowledge and must be reintroduced. You were regal, and wise, power embedded in your eyes, now your crown bears cracks, less than an ordinary guy. And you refuse to reclaim the birthright when its yours, trying to teach you who you were but the truth gets ignored. The dynasty has ended, leaving the heirs with scars. Kings who traded in their royalty for chains and bars. And some say it was stolen, well when will you take it back, avenge the capture of your father, back when Egypt was black. I mean the story has been told about a million times over, yet still our Queens are kingless and we’ve murdered all our soldiers. Ancestors cant be smiling down on us, we’ve laid our gowns down in the dust. Memories imprinted in my soul, ancestry written on scrolls. And now the Queens give birth to sons abandoned, too bad that they’re misbegotten, when they were once Kings
Have you forgotten?
I want to experience the kundalini rising
Transferred energy from the golden horizon
Got sparks flying and electrons bursting, mouth watery for my tongue thirstin
Energy up my spine and neck, once all these ions attract or connect
Anxiety got me pulling drafts, visions of a chocolate shaft forces me to bite my lip,
But you don’t know the half, pulses like drums and it aint my heart beating, tried to push it aside but this feeling kept bleeding out from within me, and now I cant control
want to feel the Kundalini rising commanding freedom for my soul.
And Im waiting just to taste you. Light from your aura distracting my focus
Hearing music in my dreams like Mr. Holland’s Opus, and these visions of the sunset
Got me more than just open, got me pouring like the rain, sitting, waiting, hoping
Sending you my gravitational pull, even though your at a distance
Meditation wont clear you from my head, just you my bed, my tongue your head…
Mmmm that was deep, like the space I have to offer, feeling like melted butter nothing more slippery or softer.
And I swear Im not ungrateful, looking for the grand surprise, just look me in my eyes when we both feel the kundalini rise.
The friction, the contradiction…the static got me pheening. Like thunder, but the light travels fast induced by my own screaming like a symphony I play or a rhythm we record, written in the vibrations, frequencies I so adore. Like your fingers play the clarinet the melody goes on, from the sunset to the dawn, till the morning dew is gone. And a high like this cant be replaced no herbs, no martinis
Just me, you, and our energy…Im tryna feel the kundalini
Hanifah Abdul Khaleeq
Desert storm and War on terror, terrorizing and spilling blood
Trying to impose a system of hate, all in the name of love
But there’s a war outside my window curtains, burdens and miseducation
Drugs and lies, decriminalized. the enemy’s here within this nation.
A war between the men and police, that beat the brains from their skulls
Cant keep shooting their bullets when the budget is low, an evil war in hopes that neither of their kids will grow.
And what about the war between the pheen and the dealer, it may seem odd but nothing here is realer than to poison another to pay support, end up shooting him dead because he came up short
And my children they fight in this war everyday, just to make it to school and cannot detour or short cut just keep walking forward cuz when the school bell rings someone else gets shot.
I am a POW, doing a bid in these four walls I call my home, I cant run east cant send the children west, its all been declared a combat zone. And the opposition can not be seen but they’re out to see us resting, carried in a hearse laid in the earth while the war continues with the priest and the boy he’s molesting.
There is a war outside, and I can see it so clearly so I arm myself with knowledge and power, they tell me God just doesn’t exist as if we are not living in the Final Hour
The war won’t end between the soul and the flesh, between the man and his child or the questions of why he left. All these wars, good against evil, silence against noise, politicians against the people. No white flags waving, no Private Ryan saving, just refugees looking for a safe haven. But there’s no where to run, and not one place to hide.
As we raise these new age soldiers for the war outside….
I was born a woman, and I hate my skin.
Hate the burdens that I bear, and the places that I’ve been
They say I’m lucky that I’m breathing, well that there should be a sin
Because this life’s just too deceiving, no longer perceive what I believe in.
And the breaths I take now hesitate, the tears they wont stop falling
My heart it shutters…soul melts like butter, the demons wont stop calling
And this lonely place of mine is filled with faces that look the same
Pay a price for a piece of me, yet I’m the one to blame.
And the world around me is silent, while they’re drunk from the elixir
Won’t speak out against the violence, yet so quick to judge a sister
Like I need to hear their vile thoughts on top of all my shame
And this created mass of land is slowly decomposing, and we keep fanning the flame
The truth their not exposing, left me in the cold and freezing…greater later? Im not believing wish my mind would stop opposing so my lungs would just stop breathing.
And I know how this may sound but Ive never been in love with the world I mean look at what its become, look around at this slum. The women are now the men, and the men are magicians. Mysteriously they disappear, leave their children reminiscing and their sons grow up to be like them so what’s left for my daughters. The food they engineer and they’ve poisoned all the water. Cutting budgets from education so they can fund their wars, fuck books for my children they need guns that blow down doors. And the police must be clones the way they abuse their authority. Taking lives like it’s a game, slowly exterminating the minorities. And I have sons to raise keep praying they won’t play the dupe, praying they are not the target when these cowards decide to shoot. I can no longer trust a man it seems like they come but always leaving. Wish I could really call it quits, cut the shit and stop breathing…
