Misery!

Same situation again and again

Thinking if they could take a pipe or syringe

maybe they  could make  all the pain end

so they took  their solution  in sin

until they become half dead men

dosing off shivering falling down on their shins

living life looking for a buzz

try full their blood  with alcohol and  drugs

and they could get high  fly in the sky like a dove

And they could sweep  their problems under a rug

some people look for emotions flimsy as love

a phony kiss and UN-sincere hug

cutting your throat slowly  with silk gloves

seen the worst hatred lovers and spouse

once vows now its hatred from their mouths

false union into a burning house

dreams to settle down with a mate

but now no love all they  ever felt is hate

people growing up in a bitter state

losing their mold

now left bitter and cold

People in their life  taking a part of their soul

innocence foundation shaken

in the clutches of Satan

life being a nightmare till you awaken

But If in case you use knowledge as your base

seek good action as if you were competing in a race

nothing in your life would ever be a waste

It would have your set firm and it will put light in your face

What you have and leave will be doubled and never be erased

The nation’s

They hit us with bullets and bombs

burn our Quran

set up our countries with  stooges  and uncle toms

exporting immorality so daughters will be  whores and un-wed moms

And the live the  life they live worse than animals on farms

same story of the past repeated today

old nations acted in the same exact way

is it Babylon and Rome

who had steel and stones

now they have planes and drones

found in dirt in the places they live in roamed

lavish palaces and homes

in the end they turn to dust and bones

walked and pride in their chest

though they were the best

blind in the success until it only come as their test

killed  people of god like they were rodents or pest

until they took righteous as a joke and a jest

Then they were destroyed and we see none of them left

lost generation!

I born a 80s Muslim child

youngest son of Bilal

Used walk to school through puddles of crack viles

Saw crackheads with cracked mouths

on the way by a crack house

after the generation of black panther’s and Jeff fort

all killed or hanged in court

died and fought

children of bondage the sold and bought

killed all we had left

lost guidance of Malcolm x

left us dead in our steps

couldn’t take it riots broke out

from the north to down south

until we all became looters

plot from the gov J Edger  Hover

wanted us to be dope fiends and losers

they wouldn’t give us a gun until its us we shooting

for most of us  its the wrong path we choosing

they set us up to fail

that’s why there building less schools and more jails

life of a black male

designed as a living hell

heading fast to a grave or a cell

jewels

Should I seek the truths that the masses will use
or should i seek the jewels that they keep from fools
the jewel lays hidden in the earth
 through pressure and heating it shines and grows in girth
just as we are born through a process of pain and agony at birth
as a sign of  the fruits struggle and our Worth
Is truth only know through the words of the brave
to speak for the oppressed and the suffering slaves
with the wisdom of those who separated and meditated in caves
giving the martyrs  words life as if they rose from there graves
they would kill too to simply tell them to leave their ways
so they went to library to set their books ablaze
not knowing to will allays live its reborn in every age
you can never die with truth you only die with a lie
until you give up then  commit suicide
while the righteous  looking at death with wounded eyes
knowing with a true word maybe the youth rise
is it through words and poems that will shake their thrones?
so they plotted to assassinate and slice their flesh from bones
a hidden beauty that might enter there homes
but through pressure and hardship was how the jewel has grown
Through the fight of falsehood the truth is shown