what's the fronting for son sooner or later than later this life is going to gone bump your block and your area code haven't you heard these days i'm operating in guerilla mode switched off CNN crushed the remote in my hand picked up the Qur'an to read about the martyrs' end what's my path time to chose it life is use it or lose it sunday night's when the blues hit pictured a rose withered so i picked up the pad and scribbled some prose my mind froze but my hand quivered got an idea to make a quick buck didn't bother to jot it, i'm still broke so i must have forgot it
night of power phenomenon during the last days of ramadan first to believe i pray that i'm the last to run absent these days is bravery without a gun had 2 daughters without a son God gave us another one i'm sick of nonsense hypocritical rulers we sit and do nothing about the harm that they do us i live in the US everyday i think of leaving this nation the umma was founded when the order came for migration
My Jihad is up to me struggle in Allah's cause to be free My Jihad is up to me going to war with the pen so you could bring your army
coming with lyrical ammunition from a position deep underground to avoid the enemy rounds asymmetrical blood pounds inside the ventricles keeping it steady with the, trigger finger i'm ready manifest destiny historically got the best of me clampled the umbilical i only grew to be cynical colonialism distorted the mechanism divide and conquer methodology evil psychology dropping bombs with impunity wanting security fairy tales for citizens who suffer from innocence keepin it skeptical inside my skull is an arsenal so i lay waste every adversary i bury materialism your idol mentally suicidal rebel militia mujahideen on a mission
My Jihad is up to me struggle in Allah's cause to be free My Jihad is up to me going to war with the pen so you could bring your army
drop it collossal some say abstract like Picasso never debate the ignorant cuz it's not worth the hassle give em the message say peace then i'm out content was on point so i never needed to shout struggle on many fronts in as many ways took it underground no doubt sometimes i miss the sun's rays weary of those who open their wallets to pay us next thing you know they peg us as collaborators key is to stay independent give our lives to defend it a mystery to the weak only the strong comprehend it strapped with the truth so I didn't wear the explosives lyrics akin to swords so don't confuse them with roses wasn't born in the Deen i'm one of ones who chose this spit it in small amounts just to prevent overdoses
My Jihad is up to me struggle in Allah's cause to be free My Jihad is up to me going to war with the pen so you could bring your army