Caesar’s Money

Caesar’s money
Cost of being a savage in a city where the rich get richer the Poor get ravaged
Local girls groomed and developed just to be ravished
Nullify the senses with dope prescribed by the addicts
Miseducation of youths will spawn fools who feud over ostentatious titles that none will amount to
But out of the many one will refuse to be used

Tool up with knowledge and wisdom despite the news

Clued in on generations chalked as statistics
Raise eyebrows when razing egos with swiftness

Leave Caesars money with Caesar’s face in Caesar’s pocket
Caesar’s economics was built to make Caesar profit
Caesar’s fall lies in waiting Like Lions on the prowl
Claim greater victory
Prepare for forever now

Living in the World

This is for the 9-6 workers 12 hour shift non exempt
Over 40 hours spent at work and only pay the rent
Hit the ground running outta college with degrees
Turn you back round to the loan office work ain’t working for me

I got the gumbo in the pot
The flame on low
All my eggs in a job where I’m seeing no growth
And my loans just kicked in
Bills dimming my hope
And my cousin day dreaming I ain’t reaching his scope
I need to lower my gaze
I wanna impress women
But the maintenance of woman is complicated division
In my hood they sell crack, would rather avoid prison
I never would considered that being a hard decision
This recession got these people with masters looking for work
While they masking the poverty niggas masters in getting hurt
The vast majority of the masses looking to dirt
And say why am I here rather than there? What’s ya worth ?! (Huh)

Raise hands to the sky and pray God you alive
Life is a battlefield as you rise think survive
And don’t fear death the war’s over when you die
God’ll tell you if you won
The day’s begun

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Retired Slave Mission

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Think Tank

I’m flowing with you when you speak nation’s security
But I don’t see how we get secure when you hurting me
A nation for the people, by the people
Who’re the people?
Since its inception my people weren’t considered equal
And I understand over time things changed
Like freedom was gained unfortunately terrorism it stayed the same
Black panthers were protesting cops killing kids
Ramarley Graham was killed recently not in 66
What about that Jena 6?
Or that Trayvon Martin kid?
Or Mr. Bird who lost his head out in the country sticks?
I hear you talking peace but where’s it’s representatives?
That’s what I’m thinking at the ballot for the President.
We’re not irrelevant
Sorely complacent
Pacified with bass ackward relations
Under armed for physical confrontation
Too overzealous to stop for celebration
Libation, temptation
Big hands on winding waistbands
No plans for elevation
If we don’t change our own condition what we fussing for?
Yeah a protest’s cool but maybe something more
Maybe group up buy the homes that we shoot up
Bury ourselves in books With plans to institute up
Garden a little bit raise crops for the little kids
So they could eat and hustle food
struggle and satisfaction too
No further complaints Forever grateful
Not to the government but to the one who made you
With words and deeds observing gifts from a real King
Till the end of existence, what I mean when I say deen

Hiatus pt. 1

Hiatus from the world
Love to be secluded
Even when I’m in a crowd I keep Em’ muted
Rather listen to music
Cause most of what I’m approached with is stupid
I focus on the sky kick the computer reboot it
I gotta get a telescope, Close in on the moon
Mark the wind and write an almanac
Globally in tuned
Watch the world from a distance
Pitted like the dates I eat
The seeds can be sown
I release them in the summer heat
I’m finding myself
Striving to align with the Truths
I meet you on this road that’ll be cool
But still I ain’t no fool
I heard a liar’s waiting on the path
Buying souls and selling trash
I could see it clear as glass
All this Smokeless fire in the grass
I gasp
The wrath
Locking him up in chains
29..30 days won’t hear him calling my name

Hiatus pt. 2

Hiatus from the world
Love to be secluded
Even when I’m in a crowd I keep Em muted
Rather listen to music
Cause most of what I’m approached with is stupid
Focus on the sky kick the computer remove it
Turning off the radio all the music rebuke it
Whispers in the air leading to something that’s foolish
Indoctrination, flimsy recitations of movie scenes of fiends not in prostration
Re enacted on blocks cops and hot shell casings
White sheets over dead teens with no relation
Makes me sick these tombs with foolish engravings
“No praying…just playing”
They get stuck in the head like cement glue stuck on a wedge
Under doorways to the heart
Could never replace thoughts of fort like stars that witness
Righteous human beings thrown into fire filled ditches
The perpetrators sit and watch too
And God watch too!
can’t wait to see what God gon’ do
Grab a reciter hear the news
Grab a Quran and read the paper too
Evil doers get they just due
So what about you?

‘The Whats’ from the SoapBox

Living in a world full of sin

Though it starts from within

Want to buy you off slow but layaway on your skin

Till the fire burns bright, The precious jewels glow

Shed the scum on the shores from what’s pure you should know

I got dough so illusionary flows revolutionary

Cameras close on a block known for obituaries

Home for the real and more aware

Cut by CO-IntelPro streets bleed and secede over here!

Old America!

Twinkled eyes blind in the cars just ahead of ya

’till they line Stars (celebrities) on the ‘vard (boulevard)

So what’s ours?

Never was, just these lines

So pull out the Soapbox, for believers the benefit’s we remind

On some off brand hold the wall tip holding all this raw spit

Cleaning dishes of thought and make sure they shine

What!

Between the lines… I hear the cries

Of dying Syrian children with freedom in their eyes

Devoutly religious men who refuse suicide

Who lay down their lives trusting God and swallowing  pride

What!

Dope fiend stares without care watching t.v. screens

Chuckle at adversity like this life doesn’t mean a thing

Spewing curse words as verbs

Contributing nothing but nerve

Hearts terrified so limbs react with Absurd and

Horrific acts justified by aristocrats

Reigning over fleeting time’s hard have to get it back

Chains branded, Mind Famished

Souls thirst to grind on the behinds of the blind like a sandwich

Peanut butter to that Jelly

You brothers are selly

Sully your honor, selling your soul

Live for the world but heaven’s the goal

 

Dollar Day

Tired of Self Abuse I retire from Oppression

This hunger for a dollar is prostituting my essence

Afflicted with addiction to a tree meshed with cotton

Out of the many slaves made one and Slaves forgotten

Looking for a better job robbing Peter to pay Paul

And Paul slaughtered Peter’s followers when he was Saul

And Saul’s kingdom went to David (S.A.W.) who slayed Giants

But that was before Judas made a Roman alliance

And Pharisees stood in compliance to kill Jesus (S.A.W)

Who taught the Word of God and dollars He didn’t need it

And after He ascended here entered the second Saul

Who knew the law but never met Jesus (S.A.W.) at all

Converting Gentiles to Christians and became Paul

Who got beheaded in Rome where Peter died later on

But I’m more interested in, Jesus (S.A.W.) and John (S.A.W.)

Peace and blessings upon

 Out of the desert sands The Last Prophet Muhammad (S.A.W.)

To all of the Prophet’s named the Muslims pay homage

Though none is worthy of worship, that’s only for God

Who has the Best of Names, in arabic one’s Allah

To Muhammad peace and blessings be upon was sent the Qur’an

Literally Recitation… but nothing like a song

See the people were polytheist so the revelation of One God caused altercations

Such situations… as torture, murder, slander, lies,

Verbal abuse, embargos and evil eyes

Led to a struggle for Peace and existence of belief in Abraham’s (S.A.W.) religion Hanif (inclining to truth)

But to end in sum after 23 years the Muslims won

The Prophet died completing the seal of Prophetic ties

The Truth glorious and in no need of the lies

Prompted by dollar days and answers with different shades

Filling the streets with blood under the skies of gray

So tired of Self Abuse I retire from Oppression

This hunger for a dollar is prostituting my essence

So I don’t want the money if my soul’s being sold

What is the worth of man? It can’t be counted in gold

And out of the many slaves of God here I am

Submitting to God like David, John, Jesus, Muhammad and Abraham

 

Peace and blessings be upon them all…

 

 

 

Definitions

Hanif – Inclining to truth

(S.A.W.) – Salallahu alayhi wa Salaam – Peace and blessings be upon him

Qur’an – Recitation

 

 

 

 

 

 

Retired Slave Rant

I’m a retired slave of materialism

Imagination was stunted by songs and television

My sky wasn’t too high in fact I aspired,

For the lowest achievements and writhed when acquired

Addicted to desire, a heaven on Earth

But it’s not much of a heaven when I know what it’s worth

And to gain little so much lost

Pent up frustrations ’bout the plight of the world, I’m part of the cause

Reinforced by… Community compliance, complacency

But that’s an excuse the blamed is me

My current aim is to make change

That make brains critically think and hands build things

The current age set up a stage with many slaves and no trade

Except to consume in one’s cage

Part from enraged I exchange the former chains to narcissistic aims

For thoughts about the rain…interdependence and exactly why I came

To sum it up there’s only One God and He’s the King

So freedom gained as I conclude that nothing but God is worthy of my servitude

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