"Joy in between two pains for the love of those that gave their lives
Willingly or Unwillingly."
"Joy in between two pains for the love of those that gave their lives
Willingly or Unwillingly."
“Joy in between two pains for the love of those that gave their lives
Willingly or Unwillingly.”
This is only for those who can keep up and feel…
Who can see, hear, and understand,
I don’t run from death
I run towards it
Just read my words
And feel my pain.
Inside and throughout
deoxyribonucleic acid.
Extending to the oppressed,
At the same time, fighting-
Spiritualities and principalities.
4:78 “Wherever ye are, death will find you out, even if ye are in towers built up strong and high!” If some good befalls them, they say, “This is from Allah,” but if evil, they say, “This is from thee” (O Prophet). Say: “All things are from Allah.” But what hath come to these people that they fail to understand a single fact?
Powerful poetic pictures proving prophetic points plus pursuing paradise
I write to die so that I may live, for I’m consumed with never-ending scriptures and verses, unbound in a way that’s not theirs. A mixture of proper and not-so-proper English with or without a rhyme scheme, no suit and tie, or imaginary etiquette. I’m a collegiate ex-con, hood-nigga veteran who’s submitted his will to do the will of God. I’m a witness against and one who’s calling out the so-called scholars/leaders of the world.
Was I created to compromise a way of life that’s not to be compromised?
The Sun has changed its course
And now it’s time to make a decision
How much do you love the Prophet (SAW)?
Will you be with whom you love in the hereafter?
Truth or Falsehood, Right or Wrong
Anyway-
5:78 Curses were pronounced on those among the Children of Israel who rejected Faith, by the tongue of David and of Jesus the son of Mary: because they disobeyed and persisted in excesses.
They twist the knowledge from the East
Turn Stars of the Order of a Fallen Shrine
Laying bricks with the false Martyr mix
The Apprentice’s Journey to Master-Building
“Take the meanest and most restless nigger, strip him of his clothes in front of the remaining niggers, the female, and the nigger infant, tar and feather him, tie each leg to a different horse faced in opposite directions, set him afire and beat both horses to pull him apart in front of the remaining niggers.”
– William Lynch
“My people perish for the lack of knowledge.”
Only because they’d instead read a hood book or a book that’s been compromised (SMH).
3:86-87 ‘How shall Allah guide a people who disbelieved after their believing and (after) they had borne witness that the Apostle was true and clear arguments had come to them; and Allah does not guide the unjust people. (As for) these, their reward is that upon them is the curse of Allah and the angels and of men, all together.’
2:213 Mankind was one single nation, and Allah sent Messengers with glad tidings and warnings; and with them He sent the Book in Truth, to judge between people in matters wherein they differed; but the People of the Book, after the clear Signs came to them, did not differ among themselves, except through selfish contumacy. Allah by His Grace Guided the believers to the Truth, concerning that wherein they differed. For Allah guided whom He will to a path that is straight.
42:13 The same religion has He established for you as that which He enjoined on Noah – the which We have sent by inspiration to thee – and that which We enjoined on Abraham, Moses, and Jesus: Namely, that ye should remain steadfast in religion, and make no divisions therein: to those who worship other things than Allah, hard is the (way) to which thou callest them. Allah chooses to Himself those whom He pleases, and guides to Himself those who turn (to Him).
But you don’t believe me.
You think I’m playing games with the death,
This isn’t Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny
It’s real-life Cain and Abel at its best.
Pain and Joy and Pain for unveiling Secrets
My journey is toward the sure death
The one He’s decided for me
Overcoming the air inside my breath
Beyond your fear of the prophecies.
Truth is in the Art with Similitude’s
They have to kill; it is what they do
I Must Write; I must expose the Truth
Myself to the world and me to you.
To give that up for material gain
This leads to a destiny that forfeits my name
Do they think I write for fortune and fame?
Joy comes from exposing the two pains,
The vanity of death after the being insane,
They’re living life in a world that’s deranged.
A Runaway Slave with Poetic Moods of Black
A Sacrifice read Psalm 40, a way back…
One who prays five times a day plus
Loving and cherishing The Prophets
Only trying to help the one(s) of all of us
Who won’t submit and bow down like Iblis?
– A Whole Lotta Bullshit