A plunderous moment, stained by mindless fools with no motivations.
Frequent words of “I debate”. Gestured conclusion far too late.
Cow towing you fools like a mind taker.Give you the deuces, so long see ya later.
I rather not wait on those who lack, lack! Your minds been jacked!
Read to understand your positions. Find that inner peace without resistance.
I’m out the box feeding my soul. Continuing with my mission, because that’s what I was told.
A remembrance heart-shaped tattoo. Running fast as if I was late for school.
But, I am. I have intentions to sit by the sea. Cause there’s nothing hold me back, not even Me!
So, I jump in without holding my breath. Allah is glorious, no reason to believe there is nothing left.
I wrap my mind around ayat’s. Allowing the meanings to formulate non-stop.
I rehearse a verse as if there was no time. Mediating as if I was blind.
Keeping myself in the distance. I pay close attention to the ink in dimensions.
Studying Qur’an like math equations. Making my mind aware of Satan’s Jail-House Station.
I’m aware of this world’s manifestion. Hot like fire, hiddenly dangerous.
Twisted by Satan’s flavored taste. Keeping ya minds sedated with the so-called human race. That’s why you feel no shame or disgrace.
I’ll rephrase my position. Even tho, I don’t seek your attention.
I’m out the box, feeding my soul. Continuing with my mission, because that’s what I was told.
Baring none. On the front line with no knifes or gun.
We live in a revolutionary, ass-backwards, stages of events. With technology, TV, and money as your Pimp.
The man configures a new theme to celebrate. People jump on the band wagon with no debate.
Lots sheep who have become the bait. Too lost to spell the word “escape”.
Cow towing you fools like a mind taker. Give you deuces, so long see ya later.
Ya’ll, who plays victim in the streets. Conforming to this sucka-free society.
Stuck on repeat, with your hate and envy. Playin make-believe in a fake reality!
Cowards to fearful to be about true business. Sideline cheerleaders with no vision. Leaders not on their mission.
What the hell is this! Bad-asses looking like small fishes!
My words are delicious!
Too many cowards buying into the “Fictitious-ness” with clown expression, feeling ridiculous.
Written By Editor, LaLa “Noor S.” Garcia