Sometimes I’m feeling like
Ibraham and an Ummah of one
My heart desires a wife
But often reminded to bite my tongue
The woods are calling
At least a call for a simple life to live
Earthquakes come when buildings reach their peaks
Mountains crumble and the summer looks bleak
Rocks falling from the sky
Stone the girls showing curves to look oh so fly
That was right after slaves gave birth to masters
Mom gets slapped and needles stuck in eyes
Every waking moment masters reassure themselves they won’t die
But they never took heed to doomsday
So in the end ultimately they fry
Ever Since my Father passed
Half my heart feels it’s sinking fast
As I wear this mask of Ibraham
I pray the burden be Reflective
of my fathers influence
on me to be a man
So Far I've been good,
Allah keeps me well,
even though something inside wants to hide sometime.
The rain turned to sun at least for awhile,
I sit up straight, read the Qu'ran,
my skin is itching,
so i pick up the pace and begin running.
Weep for sins in replace of prayers,
nomad fasting giving thoughts to the air.
Visions of ribs contracting
Sets the script for nightmares
The gun man is hollow faced
another sign we're falling from grace
The angel of death
Only follows gods commands
And I don’t have the answer
Whether suicide bombers
Are fueled by the best of planners
All I know is
Ever Since my Father passed
Half my heart feels it’s sinking fast
As I wear this mask of Ibraham
I pray the burden be Reflective
of my fathers influence
on me to be a man