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has added a new journalYa Allah! Fill up the hearts,
Of each tyrant with compassion,
Divine Knowledge do impart,
Make Your wisdom each man's passion.
Your generosity
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has added a new journalWhy does she sing her sad songs for me, I'm not the one
To tenderly bring her soft sympathy, I've just begun
To see my way clear and it's plain if I stop I will fall
I can lay down a tear for her pain, just a tear and that's all
What does she want me to do
She says that she knows that moments are rare
I suppose that it's true
Then on she goes to say I don't care and she knows that I do
Maybe she just has to sing for the sake of the song
Who do I think that I am to decide that she's wrong
She'd like to think that I'm cruel but she knows that's a lie for I would be
No more than a tool if I allowed her to cry all over me
My sorrow is real even though I can't change my plans
If she could see how I feel then I know that she'd understand
Does she actually think I'm to blame
Does she really believe that some word of mine
Could relieve all her pain
Can't she see that she grieves just because she's been blindly deceived
By her shame
Maybe she just has to sing for the sake of the song
Who do I think that I am to decide that she's wrong
Nothin's what it seems, maybe she'll start someday to realize
If she abandons her dreams then all the words she can say are only lies
When will she see that to gain is only to lose
All that she offers me are her chains, I got to refuse
It's only to herself that she's lied
She likes to pretend there's something that she should defend with her pride
I don't intend to stand her and be the friend from whom she must hide
Maybe she just has to sing for the sake of the song
Who do I think that I am to decide that she's wrong
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has added a new journalIts sad sometimes when bad things seem to happen,
loss occurs at all times
in any shape form or fashion,
the good die young
and the pain is for ever lastin,
we tend to lose what we love,
the irony of cursing our only passion,
some do it for the fame,
others do it to elicite some reaction,
most are just actors in the game,
frauds untill someone screams "action",
and you learn the hard way
who you choose to give access,
to your private thoughts and inner feelings,
hoping their love can span the masses,
but some come up short
and some come up way below average,
situation turns tragic
like kids with gats and automatics,
so beware of the silent,
greet you in public just to show alliance,
turn their head when you embrace
keeping their true emotions private,
can't stare you in the face
lower their gaze and remain quite,
watch out for evil eyes
and those with an evil smile,
its not for us to judge intention,
unless we take their shoes and walk a mile,
but still all the while,
keep up your guard on watch they profile,
cause some snakes slither in the grass,
and some walk among the gentile.....
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has added a new journalIf i wrote about better days would anybody listen,
if he told he was doing well
would you send him well wishins,
if he was gone for a minute
would anybody miss him,
and if he came back like lazurus
would that stop all the disin',
i dictate my life story
nothing non fiction,
perhaps its the pain that y'all connect with,
bout the rain that collected,
if i wrote about love
y'all probably say that some lame sh*t,
so instead i write about my issues,
bout the sh*t that I done been through,
bout the thefts, drugs and lies,
and anything else that i was into,
detail the abuse and the missuse,
or the prints on the pistol,
about 5 years of the therapy,
cause my mind state was in jeaproday,
suicidal thoughts at 23
questioned my capabilty
especially,
since i consumed drugs and liquor quite excessivly,
chemically imballanced/slash/manic depression
some said i was dealing with the shayateen,
aint nothing fake
my sh*t is always straight from the heart,
let me take you back to when I was 20,
spending days and nights in the park,
not cause I had to,
but i preffered it,
surrounding myself with those of which dwell in the dark,
while other cats were busy making dollars or at school
I was rolling blunts going nowhere
lying on the grass ready to spark,
I write this so you can feel,
real sh#t
so they won't say my sh*t is ill,
and if you real
you'll recognize the real
and if not
then perhaps my words can change that and you will
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has added a new journalTrying to get straight with the lord
so i say no to liquor, weed, women, and pork,
but everywhere i look
see temptations of sorts,
gets me out of sorts
pause
while i catch my composure and sort
the good from the bad
bring it back to the source
of course we all choose our path,
from the struggles we fought,
from within and without
without any help from courts,
justice maybe blind
but the bit*h is easily bought,
heithans run
pagans hide
but y'all still easily caught,
by the wrath of the mighty
in the Quran it is taught,
that those who don't surrender
and choose not to live by His law,
are those of the fire
all empires will fall...