I got one life to live
and one life to love
So the past hatred
is what my mind is above
High as a dove
on a warm summer evening
Yet you stand as the tree
wit long limbs to reach me
Teach me, the ways I can explain
or attain thoughts
Remain lost, cuz in this day and age
change costs
Yet the same flaws are flossed
and disrupt relations
What aggravation, I dearly miss your sensual sensation
Have patience, I know I done did some wrong
And you ain't gotta make me yours
because I spit this song
But can we get along?
for years to come and go
Never will you be a ho, girl you're a part of my soul
So continue to roll
with the punches
through the thick and thin
Let us begin, in our sweet eternal blissfulness
If you just gettin this, I hope you know what I mean
To hold and squeeze, my supreme focus of dreams
Now I know these are words
that may seem bright
But you're my sun and my stars
so I just seen the light...
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
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Friday, April 30, 2010
..Struggles Of Little Johnny.. April 29th
Heres a story, of a little kid named john
livin in a struggle, has to be a everyday mom
has one cassette, always hearin the same song
literally livin in misery wantin the pain gone
and little john, i realized that daddy aint home
but that aint reason just to carry the chrome
but he looks up to the sky and says "its scary alone"
sittin by the phone, smellin, never havin cologne
cant afford stuff for the house, and sadly he known
so in time his little sister sally has grown,
now she livin in luxury, while hes still at home
hobby--sittin at the graveyard to read all the stones
so in meantime johnny slowly became a thug
dealin with drugs, when all he wanted was hugs
never had love, RIP to his father above
never snitched, cops took him in, all he did was shrug
now hes caught in a hustle, cuz he fought in a struggle
sayin "how would it feel, knowing nobody loves you"
then he reached up grabbed my throat with his skeletal hand
while im telling him, being scared dont make you less of a man
then he realized that i cared, so i guess he was damned
i never ran, and i was there for him, and i aint even his fam
and all these years he lived, he knew whos gon ride
but threw all this, in the end, Johnny committed suicide...
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
livin in a struggle, has to be a everyday mom
has one cassette, always hearin the same song
literally livin in misery wantin the pain gone
and little john, i realized that daddy aint home
but that aint reason just to carry the chrome
but he looks up to the sky and says "its scary alone"
sittin by the phone, smellin, never havin cologne
cant afford stuff for the house, and sadly he known
so in time his little sister sally has grown,
now she livin in luxury, while hes still at home
hobby--sittin at the graveyard to read all the stones
so in meantime johnny slowly became a thug
dealin with drugs, when all he wanted was hugs
never had love, RIP to his father above
never snitched, cops took him in, all he did was shrug
now hes caught in a hustle, cuz he fought in a struggle
sayin "how would it feel, knowing nobody loves you"
then he reached up grabbed my throat with his skeletal hand
while im telling him, being scared dont make you less of a man
then he realized that i cared, so i guess he was damned
i never ran, and i was there for him, and i aint even his fam
and all these years he lived, he knew whos gon ride
but threw all this, in the end, Johnny committed suicide...
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
..Lyrical Heart..April 27th
One Good Reason.
You… my desire, my heart’s content – you’re pure,
Seek the “end of eyes water” this time I feel I’m “shore”,
In wake of my tribulation, you grace the horse of seduction,
Dodged dilemma of my drama and faced the cost of dysfunction,
So diving I am, with assumptions of the deep,
To resurface born again, new function so to speak,
I swear it, if we mosey… this thing will fall in place,
It takes time to right align and perfect this raw embrace,
Girl I’m dwelling in this pensive, feeling so introspective,
You my number one objective, more than we’ve expected,
My mind has been infected; I’m not looking for the cure,
The fact you live at distance makes me want to hold you more,
See I’m focused on our lore, our legacy or tale,
Wander deep into your mind and don’t have to leave a trail,
Now this question I unveil, what measures emotion?
What scale subtracts the whales, and weighs the gallons in the ocean?
But you’ve managed a potion, and I’m snared by the savor,
So leaving, is going in labor, pain…do me a favor,
Stay, ignore the annoyance, and the feeling to flip,
You have my word baby; I will steady the ship.
Your Man.....
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
You… my desire, my heart’s content – you’re pure,
Seek the “end of eyes water” this time I feel I’m “shore”,
In wake of my tribulation, you grace the horse of seduction,
Dodged dilemma of my drama and faced the cost of dysfunction,
So diving I am, with assumptions of the deep,
To resurface born again, new function so to speak,
I swear it, if we mosey… this thing will fall in place,
It takes time to right align and perfect this raw embrace,
Girl I’m dwelling in this pensive, feeling so introspective,
You my number one objective, more than we’ve expected,
My mind has been infected; I’m not looking for the cure,
The fact you live at distance makes me want to hold you more,
See I’m focused on our lore, our legacy or tale,
Wander deep into your mind and don’t have to leave a trail,
Now this question I unveil, what measures emotion?
What scale subtracts the whales, and weighs the gallons in the ocean?
But you’ve managed a potion, and I’m snared by the savor,
So leaving, is going in labor, pain…do me a favor,
Stay, ignore the annoyance, and the feeling to flip,
You have my word baby; I will steady the ship.
Your Man.....
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Love Story... part III April 26th
brushed off now
all showered and clean
met a new girl
but she still stayed in his dreams
he called her but her confidentiality
was his brutality
getting through could only occur
if it was up to her
so he forgot about her
and he left her to her life
til he came upon her page one day
after he changed his life
she put subtle hints
right between the phrases
he gave a response
he was different now
life was good but would be better with her around
but she came defensive
as a line backer in the super bowl
and he was just a quarter back
picked himself up
and hit her just as hard
knocked the sense back in to her
they were back to normal
but a little more formal
it seemed like a friendship was possible
but somewhere he had crossed the line
and saw the signs
that hung from vines
she was different
no longer did she need him or his counseling
which made him useless to her
the messages stop
it was more like a silent agreement that this chapter
was done
as so was the story
but as loyal friends do
he waits for his december
and he'll hold on
for as long as they both remember
all the ice caps that melted
in the warm aroma of their lust
for the lust that felt like love
had and will always seem so tender
and when summer falls he'll hold on to december....
the end...
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
all showered and clean
met a new girl
but she still stayed in his dreams
he called her but her confidentiality
was his brutality
getting through could only occur
if it was up to her
so he forgot about her
and he left her to her life
til he came upon her page one day
after he changed his life
she put subtle hints
right between the phrases
he gave a response
he was different now
life was good but would be better with her around
but she came defensive
as a line backer in the super bowl
and he was just a quarter back
picked himself up
and hit her just as hard
knocked the sense back in to her
they were back to normal
but a little more formal
it seemed like a friendship was possible
but somewhere he had crossed the line
and saw the signs
that hung from vines
she was different
no longer did she need him or his counseling
which made him useless to her
the messages stop
it was more like a silent agreement that this chapter
was done
as so was the story
but as loyal friends do
he waits for his december
and he'll hold on
for as long as they both remember
all the ice caps that melted
in the warm aroma of their lust
for the lust that felt like love
had and will always seem so tender
and when summer falls he'll hold on to december....
the end...
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
Love Story... part II April 25th
she came back yester year
with a distorted smile
but the eyes never lied
but she did
most of the time
but it was just her love grind
making caramel frappes
with the unamended pieces of my heart
and of course this cold hearted nerd only knew
three words
but to say em meant the end of he
the type that was great at falling
but greater at staying down
stuck on
late night phone calls
turned in to favorite memories
til the the night i slipped
on a frapp heart ice chip
bumped my head
and lost all consciousness
she was the first thing i saw
and the first words i drew
in this scenery of blue
was i love you
she said thanks she was much obliged
and the blue skies morphed into the red sea
but she didn't recognize her feelings for me
i am, was and had always been the best friend
and stepping out of roll can change the play
she had to go at that point and i let her
love is like religion
cant push it on a person
either they believe
believe later
or dont
but for some reason i believed all along
more so alone
the life of a hopeless romantic....
to be continued
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
with a distorted smile
but the eyes never lied
but she did
most of the time
but it was just her love grind
making caramel frappes
with the unamended pieces of my heart
and of course this cold hearted nerd only knew
three words
but to say em meant the end of he
the type that was great at falling
but greater at staying down
stuck on
late night phone calls
turned in to favorite memories
til the the night i slipped
on a frapp heart ice chip
bumped my head
and lost all consciousness
she was the first thing i saw
and the first words i drew
in this scenery of blue
was i love you
she said thanks she was much obliged
and the blue skies morphed into the red sea
but she didn't recognize her feelings for me
i am, was and had always been the best friend
and stepping out of roll can change the play
she had to go at that point and i let her
love is like religion
cant push it on a person
either they believe
believe later
or dont
but for some reason i believed all along
more so alone
the life of a hopeless romantic....
to be continued
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
Love Story... part I April 24th
she was always right
even when she was wrong
for some reason i never mind letting her win
though im no easy battle
id argue with my shadow
if it said i was getting to thin
but she had the stare
as strong as her hair
which made it impossible to be fake
so there was no use trying
id be lying if i said
i didnt dream about her
the most vivid surreal dreams
of heavy love making
hot breaths
and long pauses
waking up next to her
was never apart of them
just like the dream shed be gone before evening
not waking me up to say goodbye...
but for some reason she always came back
or was i so jaded
that i could not see
that in the mist of her control of me
i was her puppet
i played her game
and when the ball was in my court id travel
over stepping boundaries
mixed up in my babble
ooo ah ah hi
never did i think
someone could disappear before i said goodbye
but she was a veteran....
to be continued
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
even when she was wrong
for some reason i never mind letting her win
though im no easy battle
id argue with my shadow
if it said i was getting to thin
but she had the stare
as strong as her hair
which made it impossible to be fake
so there was no use trying
id be lying if i said
i didnt dream about her
the most vivid surreal dreams
of heavy love making
hot breaths
and long pauses
waking up next to her
was never apart of them
just like the dream shed be gone before evening
not waking me up to say goodbye...
but for some reason she always came back
or was i so jaded
that i could not see
that in the mist of her control of me
i was her puppet
i played her game
and when the ball was in my court id travel
over stepping boundaries
mixed up in my babble
ooo ah ah hi
never did i think
someone could disappear before i said goodbye
but she was a veteran....
to be continued
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
..R.I.P.. April 23rd
That was my nigga, but I buried my past
So I remember vaguely days we had before you passed
And I never said nothin about this, I held it close-
I remember hurtin all day aint even tell it to my folks
12 years later and its reachin the surface, and
I'd give it all back, all the 12 yrs. purchases
Runnin round the hood my nigga had my back
And vice versa, why it have to happen like that
Showed up to 7th grade the loudspeakers forever played
In my head, and I still remember what it said
Your sis came to school cryin, I still see her face
Erased yo mental picture but still see the trace
They said you got hit by a van, on ya bike
Got damn they took my right hand man
Wish I could I go back turn ya head 5 seconds before the wreck, and
Direct you and just lead you from the jam
A part of me died you see but I'm still alive thou
Just keep the sun shinin, and I'll see you in short time...........
Faisal Jama
So I remember vaguely days we had before you passed
And I never said nothin about this, I held it close-
I remember hurtin all day aint even tell it to my folks
12 years later and its reachin the surface, and
I'd give it all back, all the 12 yrs. purchases
Runnin round the hood my nigga had my back
And vice versa, why it have to happen like that
Showed up to 7th grade the loudspeakers forever played
In my head, and I still remember what it said
Your sis came to school cryin, I still see her face
Erased yo mental picture but still see the trace
They said you got hit by a van, on ya bike
Got damn they took my right hand man
Wish I could I go back turn ya head 5 seconds before the wreck, and
Direct you and just lead you from the jam
A part of me died you see but I'm still alive thou
Just keep the sun shinin, and I'll see you in short time...........
Faisal Jama
.. A Message To My Yesterday.. April 22nd
I broke your heart baby and I'm sorry for that
But shit happens, damn I'm sorry for facts!
For what its worth, she meant nothin it was only a fling
Talkin marriage, we knew it was more than a ring
I aint know when we was ten our love would grow to bond
And more than ten years later we still holdin on
Memories of the good days wont settle wit bongs
Soakin in the tub, but now ya rose pedals is gone
Thought I was too young, didn't know I would fall victim
Of when two hearts attach an cant split'em
I got too much pride to cry for my wifey
But if I didn't mama, I wouldn't have a dry tee
It was real, you was the only dame I trust
She was under you, how you gonna let her break us up
Shit, it took that just to wake us up
Say you moved on, guess it takes God to make us up
But really I cant tell, I can tell you still wont me
I stole a piece of your heart, I can feel the ill moments
I can feel you still on it, you taken, but still lonely
You can feel it, you know that that dude is phony
But I'm me, still me, still the same ol' nigga
Still cool, still hustlin, still the same go getta
But if you cant see the real let me fine tune your glasses sweety
Naw, I aint tryna say you need me
I'm jus tryna ease ya stress, I give a fuck what niggas say
I been ready to bang, I give a fuck how niggas play
But I see ya pain, I will never judge you baby
What goes around comes around, and this chick just played me
You mindless till the shit happen to you
Now I'm up late night, here rappin to you
They think I'm trippin, directed to you, but rappin to dudes
But they say, chances are, it done happened to a few
Ya blessin in disguise came wit dreads an J's
But how am i supposed to show you if you keep neglecting me days
Tryna bring our past back, guess its best to say
I still remember
This just a message to my yesterday!
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
But shit happens, damn I'm sorry for facts!
For what its worth, she meant nothin it was only a fling
Talkin marriage, we knew it was more than a ring
I aint know when we was ten our love would grow to bond
And more than ten years later we still holdin on
Memories of the good days wont settle wit bongs
Soakin in the tub, but now ya rose pedals is gone
Thought I was too young, didn't know I would fall victim
Of when two hearts attach an cant split'em
I got too much pride to cry for my wifey
But if I didn't mama, I wouldn't have a dry tee
It was real, you was the only dame I trust
She was under you, how you gonna let her break us up
Shit, it took that just to wake us up
Say you moved on, guess it takes God to make us up
But really I cant tell, I can tell you still wont me
I stole a piece of your heart, I can feel the ill moments
I can feel you still on it, you taken, but still lonely
You can feel it, you know that that dude is phony
But I'm me, still me, still the same ol' nigga
Still cool, still hustlin, still the same go getta
But if you cant see the real let me fine tune your glasses sweety
Naw, I aint tryna say you need me
I'm jus tryna ease ya stress, I give a fuck what niggas say
I been ready to bang, I give a fuck how niggas play
But I see ya pain, I will never judge you baby
What goes around comes around, and this chick just played me
You mindless till the shit happen to you
Now I'm up late night, here rappin to you
They think I'm trippin, directed to you, but rappin to dudes
But they say, chances are, it done happened to a few
Ya blessin in disguise came wit dreads an J's
But how am i supposed to show you if you keep neglecting me days
Tryna bring our past back, guess its best to say
I still remember
This just a message to my yesterday!
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
..Apples and Oranges.. April 21st
You and me…
It’s like comparing apples to oranges
When we talk you get baffled with strong wits
This is the action to ponder before the smack of the gong hits
Cuz it seems like the captions are foreign
And your acting is horrid
So im reacting with hardness
Even though im actually modest
Told you straight up…im one of the last of the honest
Not stirred by wack fashion or car kits
So I decided to jump back and depart quick
Take a slow ride and creep in the Stang’
Blastin Hendrix cuz it’s upbeat and it bangs
Damn…cuz really there’s no leech in my brain
And because I matter is my reason to change
I have no reason to be uneasy with pain
Cuz I can breathe deep in the rain
Without unreasonable strain
Years ago I started releasing the chains
Bounded from lifes teachings in vain
And started seeing the face—
Of the earth and the seasons in pain
And im bleeding the grapes
For myself…To drink in all that’s sweet
And as the sun falls from east
The squalls will beast and tear all the falling leaves
But it does not bother me because in all honestly…
You and me we’re just apples and oranges
That’s a fact and it’s honest
Pure as a brook running fast in the forest
So where you going with that mask in the garden?
"For tomorrow...for tomorrow...."
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
It’s like comparing apples to oranges
When we talk you get baffled with strong wits
This is the action to ponder before the smack of the gong hits
Cuz it seems like the captions are foreign
And your acting is horrid
So im reacting with hardness
Even though im actually modest
Told you straight up…im one of the last of the honest
Not stirred by wack fashion or car kits
So I decided to jump back and depart quick
Take a slow ride and creep in the Stang’
Blastin Hendrix cuz it’s upbeat and it bangs
Damn…cuz really there’s no leech in my brain
And because I matter is my reason to change
I have no reason to be uneasy with pain
Cuz I can breathe deep in the rain
Without unreasonable strain
Years ago I started releasing the chains
Bounded from lifes teachings in vain
And started seeing the face—
Of the earth and the seasons in pain
And im bleeding the grapes
For myself…To drink in all that’s sweet
And as the sun falls from east
The squalls will beast and tear all the falling leaves
But it does not bother me because in all honestly…
You and me we’re just apples and oranges
That’s a fact and it’s honest
Pure as a brook running fast in the forest
So where you going with that mask in the garden?
"For tomorrow...for tomorrow...."
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
..A Lost Child.. April 20th
A killers mentality is what has got him infected
No parents at home,
His family left him neglected
Look.. stealin purses n wallets ain't no good
But he's just tryin to survive,
He's a product from his hood
Looks in the mirror,
Knowing the world is on his shoulders
He's already cold-hearted, the stress is makin him colder
Doesn't have the strength when confronted with the boulders
Nobody to run to,
It seems his life is over
Suicidal thoughts always pass thru his mind
Eats any scrap of food on the streets he can find
Had to get protection,
Now he's walking with a nine
A victim of the streets, shot once n his spine
Worked for dis dealer,
A few times..he was a funny cat
But then got fired,
Cuz he could never bring the money back
Wanted love n his life,
Always asked "Where's My Honey At"??
But couldn't get at girlfriend because he was a bummy cat
Stress is building up just to achieve a dollar
Now he plans to rob a nigga
Put the pistol to his collar
Pull on the trigger until the victims starts to holla
Who would've known that he just killed his father......
Now look what these streets do to a lost black child
He's just a little baby n these streets thats wild
He can't even remember the last time he smiled
Every time he thinks of death his heart beats loud.
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
No parents at home,
His family left him neglected
Look.. stealin purses n wallets ain't no good
But he's just tryin to survive,
He's a product from his hood
Looks in the mirror,
Knowing the world is on his shoulders
He's already cold-hearted, the stress is makin him colder
Doesn't have the strength when confronted with the boulders
Nobody to run to,
It seems his life is over
Suicidal thoughts always pass thru his mind
Eats any scrap of food on the streets he can find
Had to get protection,
Now he's walking with a nine
A victim of the streets, shot once n his spine
Worked for dis dealer,
A few times..he was a funny cat
But then got fired,
Cuz he could never bring the money back
Wanted love n his life,
Always asked "Where's My Honey At"??
But couldn't get at girlfriend because he was a bummy cat
Stress is building up just to achieve a dollar
Now he plans to rob a nigga
Put the pistol to his collar
Pull on the trigger until the victims starts to holla
Who would've known that he just killed his father......
Now look what these streets do to a lost black child
He's just a little baby n these streets thats wild
He can't even remember the last time he smiled
Every time he thinks of death his heart beats loud.
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
..From The Freedom Fighters Side.. April 19th
you call me a terrorist
but...
i awake in the morning, to a scorchin heat
slip on my robe and my sandals wit no thoughts of peace
grab my Quran and my school books, and absorb the streets
coofi on my head, around my world, this enormous beef
try to be righteous, but there are scores of jeeps
ridin around where i live, doin tours for weeks
and it stinks, my father's arrested as a terror suspect
tortured for weeks and aint got a hair to bust tekks
in Abu Ghraib they had to tear out our flesh
throw hot buckets on our face, scream and dare the incest
and then it's in jest, just for a an interrogation quote
try to belittle our lives, tear up our basic hopes
and in our face you gloat, but you will soon face the scope
of a rocket propelled grenade, ya skin unlaced and poked
wit shrapnel, cuz now i'm pissed, wit a grateful boast
hum to Allah, ish Allah, now you approached and unsafe i hope
can't shake the ghosts, i know they see da dead faces
little babies and the women, when the lead's racin
or when the air raids missin, and the fed's placin
the blame on information missed, but the land's wasted
civil war on the rise and now the man's tracin
his steps, but now my people got revenge on the front
ready to put the gun in ya mouth, let you bing on the pump
and the only thing, purgin is your brain
my militias now goin on excursions for the same
freedom that you speak of, hittin nerves up in our brain
and now your people screamin leave, soldiers nervous in the rain
i used to be a school kid, learnin for the same
future your kids promised, but the currency's to blame
your money's long, mine's short, but you're burnin for the gain
from the oil in my country, so you're certainly the lames
all things are a lie, i see the TV propaganda
no weapons founds, ultimatums is the vandal
a scandal is on, so the war can't stop
democracy wont work, and we sure can't pop
a bottle uh champagne, till our shores get locked
this my side uh the story and i know yours aint hot
two side of every story.
ya know
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
but...
i awake in the morning, to a scorchin heat
slip on my robe and my sandals wit no thoughts of peace
grab my Quran and my school books, and absorb the streets
coofi on my head, around my world, this enormous beef
try to be righteous, but there are scores of jeeps
ridin around where i live, doin tours for weeks
and it stinks, my father's arrested as a terror suspect
tortured for weeks and aint got a hair to bust tekks
in Abu Ghraib they had to tear out our flesh
throw hot buckets on our face, scream and dare the incest
and then it's in jest, just for a an interrogation quote
try to belittle our lives, tear up our basic hopes
and in our face you gloat, but you will soon face the scope
of a rocket propelled grenade, ya skin unlaced and poked
wit shrapnel, cuz now i'm pissed, wit a grateful boast
hum to Allah, ish Allah, now you approached and unsafe i hope
can't shake the ghosts, i know they see da dead faces
little babies and the women, when the lead's racin
or when the air raids missin, and the fed's placin
the blame on information missed, but the land's wasted
civil war on the rise and now the man's tracin
his steps, but now my people got revenge on the front
ready to put the gun in ya mouth, let you bing on the pump
and the only thing, purgin is your brain
my militias now goin on excursions for the same
freedom that you speak of, hittin nerves up in our brain
and now your people screamin leave, soldiers nervous in the rain
i used to be a school kid, learnin for the same
future your kids promised, but the currency's to blame
your money's long, mine's short, but you're burnin for the gain
from the oil in my country, so you're certainly the lames
all things are a lie, i see the TV propaganda
no weapons founds, ultimatums is the vandal
a scandal is on, so the war can't stop
democracy wont work, and we sure can't pop
a bottle uh champagne, till our shores get locked
this my side uh the story and i know yours aint hot
two side of every story.
ya know
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
..If I... .. April 18th
If I cried at your feet, could I get you to look down?
If I cooked at the crib, could I get you to come round?
If I laughed at your jokes, could I get you to speak more?
You been running through my mind, I bet you your feet sore
This seesaw of emotions I’m operating myself
I STILL need you ON MY SIDE, I can’t make it myself
I’ve had these feelings ever since I seen you with your smile on
Lets camera FLASH & KICK it girl I got to get my “Guile” on
Till we have a child-on..the way, I’m spit at you
And lay it on in layers even after I done get at you
Girl I find it critical, the spark in your eyes
The ones to see the real truth and make me stop telling lies
If I got on one knee, could I make you accept?
If I quit the block game, would I gain your respect?
If I hit the books hard, would I get your attention
I’d work YEARS for you THEN give you my pension
The tension, I’m feeling now that I got you is real
I got to keep up what I promised, you accepted appeal
The years I want with you are far, but I’ll try and we’ll reach
We’ll cross these streets together…then the tires had screeched….
If I cry at your feet, could I get you to come back?
If I loved you to DEATH….I already have done that…
If I could move my legs, I’d climb in with you
But like you’ve always said “No Tears, No Tissue.”
But its hard not to miss you, I’m trying to look away
And turn the other cheek to the drunk that took you away
But I swear on my last years if I was in Brooklyn today
I’d wheel around with the shotty, and look for him…”Pay!!”
If I died by myself, would the guilt finally leave me
Or will I still rest with the thought of I made you believe me
If we’d never have met, you’d probably still be here
But even though you’re gone, you body is still sincere.
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
If I cooked at the crib, could I get you to come round?
If I laughed at your jokes, could I get you to speak more?
You been running through my mind, I bet you your feet sore
This seesaw of emotions I’m operating myself
I STILL need you ON MY SIDE, I can’t make it myself
I’ve had these feelings ever since I seen you with your smile on
Lets camera FLASH & KICK it girl I got to get my “Guile” on
Till we have a child-on..the way, I’m spit at you
And lay it on in layers even after I done get at you
Girl I find it critical, the spark in your eyes
The ones to see the real truth and make me stop telling lies
If I got on one knee, could I make you accept?
If I quit the block game, would I gain your respect?
If I hit the books hard, would I get your attention
I’d work YEARS for you THEN give you my pension
The tension, I’m feeling now that I got you is real
I got to keep up what I promised, you accepted appeal
The years I want with you are far, but I’ll try and we’ll reach
We’ll cross these streets together…then the tires had screeched….
If I cry at your feet, could I get you to come back?
If I loved you to DEATH….I already have done that…
If I could move my legs, I’d climb in with you
But like you’ve always said “No Tears, No Tissue.”
But its hard not to miss you, I’m trying to look away
And turn the other cheek to the drunk that took you away
But I swear on my last years if I was in Brooklyn today
I’d wheel around with the shotty, and look for him…”Pay!!”
If I died by myself, would the guilt finally leave me
Or will I still rest with the thought of I made you believe me
If we’d never have met, you’d probably still be here
But even though you’re gone, you body is still sincere.
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
.. Emotionally Strong, Physically Weak.. April 17th
day after day,
her life is
played in a maze
thinkin,
school is for fools, so she
strays from the gates
never listenin to her father
yet she grows
to be like him
cuz to her, life is a game
n she fears that
he might win
three nights into their,
new place, he
almost strangled her with a
shoe lace,
she was dyin to live,
cuz God doesnt give out
two fates
knowin he will soon taste,
ever ounce n
wrath or her pain
but if she chooses to
retaliate,
the aftermath is the same
ya see..
she knows if she strike back
shes no better
but she aint like that
so she decides to slowly kill herself
with small doses of
white crack
starin high
not carin why
shes throwin her life away
he sexually assaults her
which, in return just
hypes her rage
but shes weak within
brain dead,
not knowin what week it is
no point in cryin out of pain
so she sits n
weeps in sin
feelin like an evil twin
she knows theres a
part to her kindness
but her mind aint straight
n her
hearts full of blindness
one day she started just sighin,
n her
breathe gave away
she closed her eyes
n slowly died smilin
cause death saved her rage
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
her life is
played in a maze
thinkin,
school is for fools, so she
strays from the gates
never listenin to her father
yet she grows
to be like him
cuz to her, life is a game
n she fears that
he might win
three nights into their,
new place, he
almost strangled her with a
shoe lace,
she was dyin to live,
cuz God doesnt give out
two fates
knowin he will soon taste,
ever ounce n
wrath or her pain
but if she chooses to
retaliate,
the aftermath is the same
ya see..
she knows if she strike back
shes no better
but she aint like that
so she decides to slowly kill herself
with small doses of
white crack
starin high
not carin why
shes throwin her life away
he sexually assaults her
which, in return just
hypes her rage
but shes weak within
brain dead,
not knowin what week it is
no point in cryin out of pain
so she sits n
weeps in sin
feelin like an evil twin
she knows theres a
part to her kindness
but her mind aint straight
n her
hearts full of blindness
one day she started just sighin,
n her
breathe gave away
she closed her eyes
n slowly died smilin
cause death saved her rage
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
.. Confessions Of a Blind Man .. April 16th
A lone wolf thats' fallen from grace, nothin falls into place,
stalled in this chase
no faith, no hope, walkin down a stray path
as the days last longer then the years' we blaze past
no fear, no career, jus stayed back,contained facts, amazed that..
learnin the truth led to conclusion that' theres nothin we can do and
we stuck in this fued, but f* it' cuz theres nothin'..that weed cant do
He used to be clean, He used to be nice, He used to shoot for whats right
somewhere along the way he got confused' and drifted from sight
been in the dark so long, he's afflicted by light
no chick in his life,
and he dont know if he should listen to God
doubled up on all the shit and the strife
it's got em think-in twice Blink an it might
all get taken away in an instant right?
so its this I write..
the confessions of a blind man, no angels on his shoulder
dont complain cuz he's bolder...angles switch as he older
walkin down a road he might never come home from'
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
stalled in this chase
no faith, no hope, walkin down a stray path
as the days last longer then the years' we blaze past
no fear, no career, jus stayed back,contained facts, amazed that..
learnin the truth led to conclusion that' theres nothin we can do and
we stuck in this fued, but f* it' cuz theres nothin'..that weed cant do
He used to be clean, He used to be nice, He used to shoot for whats right
somewhere along the way he got confused' and drifted from sight
been in the dark so long, he's afflicted by light
no chick in his life,
and he dont know if he should listen to God
doubled up on all the shit and the strife
it's got em think-in twice Blink an it might
all get taken away in an instant right?
so its this I write..
the confessions of a blind man, no angels on his shoulder
dont complain cuz he's bolder...angles switch as he older
walkin down a road he might never come home from'
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
She is a dreamer April 15th
She is a dreamer
Through a clear views description...
The future is ill ... preventative prescription
Not so psychic, nor misleading ... still there's no explain
Years I've wandered in her "ponder" and got lost - on that plane
Norm' we fight whats true
Rarely does that border dreams
prayer don't make it clear
what does this torment mean?
Vivid, her head sees more - mind makes the eyes a handicap
though patience like watching grass and hour hands as time elapse
careful, don't be destroyed
there is warfare within
don't follow nightmares - foresight is of sin...
she fights a warriors fight to go the night without the horror
mind's in a hostel
wet face is in a furor
legs stiffened straight as she race in the dark
to reach the light and find out she wasnt chasing her heart
right at times wrong but she cant complain
now her drive is killed off and her panic is slain
the dreams don't stop but she understands
that nothing conscious-comprehensible she 'sleep where she stands.
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
Through a clear views description...
The future is ill ... preventative prescription
Not so psychic, nor misleading ... still there's no explain
Years I've wandered in her "ponder" and got lost - on that plane
Norm' we fight whats true
Rarely does that border dreams
prayer don't make it clear
what does this torment mean?
Vivid, her head sees more - mind makes the eyes a handicap
though patience like watching grass and hour hands as time elapse
careful, don't be destroyed
there is warfare within
don't follow nightmares - foresight is of sin...
she fights a warriors fight to go the night without the horror
mind's in a hostel
wet face is in a furor
legs stiffened straight as she race in the dark
to reach the light and find out she wasnt chasing her heart
right at times wrong but she cant complain
now her drive is killed off and her panic is slain
the dreams don't stop but she understands
that nothing conscious-comprehensible she 'sleep where she stands.
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
Brutality of war 14th
The brutality of battle, the slaughter in masses
Our minds foggy, seeing through worn glasses.
Our brothers killed, friend and foe.
Together we are one, a multi-colored snow.
It matters not, our race or religion.
We should all be loved, like a trophy-won ribbon.
Yet here we stand murdering our race.
You think THIS is bad, but it's only a taste.
So pick up your fallen commrad and love him to the core.
Stop liking this hate and the brutality of war....
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
Our minds foggy, seeing through worn glasses.
Our brothers killed, friend and foe.
Together we are one, a multi-colored snow.
It matters not, our race or religion.
We should all be loved, like a trophy-won ribbon.
Yet here we stand murdering our race.
You think THIS is bad, but it's only a taste.
So pick up your fallen commrad and love him to the core.
Stop liking this hate and the brutality of war....
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
13th.
Q: what is government's main goal:
to take our souls or population control?
A: if they wanted us all gone
they would've hired terrorists, an paid em off to detonate bombs
of mass destruction, then set em up, to take the fall
Q: How's the government living a lie?
A: they been committing crimes since the beginning of time
Q: how do they intend to pay their debts?
A: by preying on kids and raping their checks
Q: how much time is left?
A: plenty, if were willing to sacrifice our necks
Q: when will the wars cease?
A: never, as long as red tape can increase
Q: what is your solution?
A: put me in charge not some ancient constitution
Q: what makes you fit to lead?
A: my life has been about the arts, not greed
Q: what about the police?
A: what about em? we pay the police chief
not government cons and parasites
more like everyday citizens from all walks of life
Q: how will we make money?
A: no need to in a land of milk an honey
Q: how will we stop thieves?
A: we now have satellite technology
Q: what about invasions?
under your rule we'll feel like indian natives
A: we'll keep friendly relations flee to neighboring nations
then use nukes bought wit energy savings
Q: what energy savings?
A: wind gravity and the sun are there for the taking
Q: why is education failin?
A: kids are individuals the system's too generic
Q: is the word snitch a tool?
A: yes it is used for good-as-well-as evil
Q: why dont people talk to you?
A: i'd make em look like simple fools, this is proof
i've got a lot to say-yet to this day i've yet to be considered for an interview
Q: can 1 man stop corruption?
A: no, only those with good character and judgment
Q: what-can people do-to help?
A: stop treating themselves like products on a shelf
start usin tools an stop~bein tools, start usin rules an stop~bein fooled
Q: What-inspired this?
A: You-aint-real hip hop til-you-cop Sex & Violence!
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
to take our souls or population control?
A: if they wanted us all gone
they would've hired terrorists, an paid em off to detonate bombs
of mass destruction, then set em up, to take the fall
Q: How's the government living a lie?
A: they been committing crimes since the beginning of time
Q: how do they intend to pay their debts?
A: by preying on kids and raping their checks
Q: how much time is left?
A: plenty, if were willing to sacrifice our necks
Q: when will the wars cease?
A: never, as long as red tape can increase
Q: what is your solution?
A: put me in charge not some ancient constitution
Q: what makes you fit to lead?
A: my life has been about the arts, not greed
Q: what about the police?
A: what about em? we pay the police chief
not government cons and parasites
more like everyday citizens from all walks of life
Q: how will we make money?
A: no need to in a land of milk an honey
Q: how will we stop thieves?
A: we now have satellite technology
Q: what about invasions?
under your rule we'll feel like indian natives
A: we'll keep friendly relations flee to neighboring nations
then use nukes bought wit energy savings
Q: what energy savings?
A: wind gravity and the sun are there for the taking
Q: why is education failin?
A: kids are individuals the system's too generic
Q: is the word snitch a tool?
A: yes it is used for good-as-well-as evil
Q: why dont people talk to you?
A: i'd make em look like simple fools, this is proof
i've got a lot to say-yet to this day i've yet to be considered for an interview
Q: can 1 man stop corruption?
A: no, only those with good character and judgment
Q: what-can people do-to help?
A: stop treating themselves like products on a shelf
start usin tools an stop~bein tools, start usin rules an stop~bein fooled
Q: What-inspired this?
A: You-aint-real hip hop til-you-cop Sex & Violence!
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
A poem by Ahmed Abdi
Isha Markaan Ku Saaro Ayaan Miir Beelaye, Ina'ayo Ayaad Tahay? Ifka Adaan Ku Jeclahay Ogaaw
Inkasta Aan Xaaska Qiyaamo Oon Qiil Been Ah U Sheego, Inkiraad Igama Aha Oo Adaan Ka Ilaalsha Ineey Wax Ka Sheegte Bal I maqal!
Isha Familkeygu Waxba Igama Tarto Oo Adaa Ugu Wacane, Inyar Aan Ku Amaane I Dhageeyso
Hurdo Aan Ku Aruura
Isma Ogi Markaan Adi Ku Cune Aayar Ayaan Isku Dareema Inaan Hawada U Galayo, Intaas Waxa I Dheer Amaantada Oo Kuwa Kula Magaca Ah Waan Kaa Dhoora
Islaanta Iyo Ilmaha Adaa I Dhama Eebow Ilaa Inta Ilko Iyo Goos Igu Yaalo Adaan Ku Qabba
Iftiinka Wuu I Dhiba Intaan Ku Agfadhiyo Markaan Afka Ka Qaado Neh
Ibtilo Ayaa Leey Arka Iyo Nimaan Arax U Laheyn Familkiisa Markaas Ayeey Xaasku I Fur I Tiraahda Anoon Miir Laheen Ayaan Dil Ku Amusiiya
Ilmaha Kama Naxo Oo Adaa I Dhaama, Shaqo Ma Aadi Karo Adaa Hurdo Igu Abuuray, Ilmaha Iyo Xaaska Keydkooda Adaa Qaba Iyo Ilkaheygaba
Imaanka Inaan Sugto Ayaa I Muhiim Ah Oo Aan Ilmaha Ka Fikire I Dhaaf Kugu Ayatiin Beele
Ilaahow Jaad Inaga Kori, Aafo Iyo Argagax Mooye iil Kale Ka Arki Waayay
Khaat Is Dangerous For Our Health!
Ahmed Abdi
Copyright ©2010
Inkasta Aan Xaaska Qiyaamo Oon Qiil Been Ah U Sheego, Inkiraad Igama Aha Oo Adaan Ka Ilaalsha Ineey Wax Ka Sheegte Bal I maqal!
Isha Familkeygu Waxba Igama Tarto Oo Adaa Ugu Wacane, Inyar Aan Ku Amaane I Dhageeyso
Hurdo Aan Ku Aruura
Isma Ogi Markaan Adi Ku Cune Aayar Ayaan Isku Dareema Inaan Hawada U Galayo, Intaas Waxa I Dheer Amaantada Oo Kuwa Kula Magaca Ah Waan Kaa Dhoora
Islaanta Iyo Ilmaha Adaa I Dhama Eebow Ilaa Inta Ilko Iyo Goos Igu Yaalo Adaan Ku Qabba
Iftiinka Wuu I Dhiba Intaan Ku Agfadhiyo Markaan Afka Ka Qaado Neh
Ibtilo Ayaa Leey Arka Iyo Nimaan Arax U Laheyn Familkiisa Markaas Ayeey Xaasku I Fur I Tiraahda Anoon Miir Laheen Ayaan Dil Ku Amusiiya
Ilmaha Kama Naxo Oo Adaa I Dhaama, Shaqo Ma Aadi Karo Adaa Hurdo Igu Abuuray, Ilmaha Iyo Xaaska Keydkooda Adaa Qaba Iyo Ilkaheygaba
Imaanka Inaan Sugto Ayaa I Muhiim Ah Oo Aan Ilmaha Ka Fikire I Dhaaf Kugu Ayatiin Beele
Ilaahow Jaad Inaga Kori, Aafo Iyo Argagax Mooye iil Kale Ka Arki Waayay
Khaat Is Dangerous For Our Health!
Ahmed Abdi
Copyright ©2010
..She Kills Her Own Potential .. April 12th
Oh, she doesnt know so she tries to make it real,
do nonsense try to conjure, her already appeal,
her mind wants whats right, but actions are incorrect,
doin all for her want but is lacking in self-respect,
chases dreams across the country, from London to Bham,
and at night ends up with still shots of her sadness,
no conviction in her heart except the faith of something more,
wanting not only whats possible, but craving something sure,
the reality seems false, for her expectations....they blind her,
she turns a deaf ear to any voice that reminds her,
that she's worth more than the current, her exchange is like ten fold,
her eyes shimmer like diamonds, her smile shine more than gold,
and after all the heartache, and the years run through the dirt,
will the truth still be able to compensate for the hurt?
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
do nonsense try to conjure, her already appeal,
her mind wants whats right, but actions are incorrect,
doin all for her want but is lacking in self-respect,
chases dreams across the country, from London to Bham,
and at night ends up with still shots of her sadness,
no conviction in her heart except the faith of something more,
wanting not only whats possible, but craving something sure,
the reality seems false, for her expectations....they blind her,
she turns a deaf ear to any voice that reminds her,
that she's worth more than the current, her exchange is like ten fold,
her eyes shimmer like diamonds, her smile shine more than gold,
and after all the heartache, and the years run through the dirt,
will the truth still be able to compensate for the hurt?
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
.. A Day In The Life ..April 11th
Bloody rivers, the earth's soaked with spilled life
Filled with hate, takes love, and refills with ice Cold hearted
No logic, bullets stray with no targets
Food for thought they need food but bullets spray through markets
The trigger happy soul so heartless
How would Darfur be if we all thought like humanitarians
Blinded by materials so instead, we think like barbarians
Taking advantage of what countries see less of
Kids with less love, who we demean when they mess up!
No inspiration, so its easier to fail, than fly
No hope, so kids think they'll fall if they try
A self esteem dies when it rest behind bars
No freedom, no one listens, so they fight for their own reasons
Released, they dont qualify for a job, so they gotta rely
On alternate routes, and more demons they gotta defy!
But hey, thats just a day in the life!
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
Filled with hate, takes love, and refills with ice Cold hearted
No logic, bullets stray with no targets
Food for thought they need food but bullets spray through markets
The trigger happy soul so heartless
How would Darfur be if we all thought like humanitarians
Blinded by materials so instead, we think like barbarians
Taking advantage of what countries see less of
Kids with less love, who we demean when they mess up!
No inspiration, so its easier to fail, than fly
No hope, so kids think they'll fall if they try
A self esteem dies when it rest behind bars
No freedom, no one listens, so they fight for their own reasons
Released, they dont qualify for a job, so they gotta rely
On alternate routes, and more demons they gotta defy!
But hey, thats just a day in the life!
Faisal Jama
Copyright © 2010
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