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

The Run Down (pt.1 maybe)

Politicians shaping policy to help themselves

The average worker runs in place with no push to propel

Countries crumble on credit indebted at the soul

Oppressing average citizens increasing what they owe

To someone they don’t know

No sleeping on the stroll

The darkness spread across the sky no need to look in holes

So as long as you know

I fell into a slip stream

Impacted by truths in my paranoia-filled dreams


Irreligious hold vigils in mockery of deen

Repeating to themselves who’s on Siratul Mustaqeen

Create religious factions hurling people out the fold

Exclusive rights to what they like or  think they know

Beloved scholars patiently encourage good adaab

Students of knowledge grasp threads to maintain what they have

Trying to keep a balance ‘tween rigidity and ease

Struggling with the soul in hopes our Gracious Lord be pleased (I’m with them inshaAllah)



Twisting heads to see who said YarHarmukAllah

The sun still shines as  it rises from the east

No reason why I can’t suspend disappointment with peace

The favors of Allah are all around for you to see

As I praise somebody prays Mercy for me