Believe It or Not (Gets You Closer 2 Allah (swc)) How do you do how you do? How do you do what you do? How do you do what you will do? I never thought about reflection as my complexion, Realization of exaggeration, I never falsified evidence, When I say I had been, done that, went the distance, Would you believe me? If I had dropped quicker then gravity can drop, Would you believe me? If the skies opened passageways, If reception designed connections, If my heart spoke broken English, Narratives gave away broken levers I visited New Orleans, Would you believe me? I had passed a lemonade stand, Young women trespassing Car Washes across the street, One Young girl 10 years of age, reaching beyond her eyes can comprehend, Shear will of transgression, Taking out anger with limitless possibilities of less is more transgression, Would you believe me? Not about belief, relieving pressure, surprised assumption, colder than liquid nitrogen, Technicalities release murderers on intent and glorification, TV Anchors walk on stands, portraying relentless conquest as everyday occurrences, As self-defence strikes back, religious orders sanctifying mis-steps, Small eyes watch skies turn to multi-colored mushroom clouds, have you ever peered into a little man’s coffin? It’s not about believing me, nah… Soldiers of the cause delay espionage, No magic, no Hocus Pocus, No London Magician levitating illusions, Back in the day it was simple, Started with one man receiving revelation, He ran back to his wife seeking comfort, Family to close friends, included the poor, Women of all ages, Slaves no matter the coin purse spent, having one master and that’s who created you, Would you believe him? This tango with truth came to the sudden extent of: It doesn’t matter if you believe me or not, It’s about handing out knowledge on street corners at midnight, Making sure Sisters who walk corners got someone who cares, Making it clear that it’s better to have protection then walk that dangerous line, I’m not advocating selling one’s body, nah…I just care about humanity, Regardless of who covers, what one wears, if you attend service or not, If you got money in the bank or you wear ripped fish nets and gotta’ live, I’m here for ya’, plus I know in my heart, One of the first steps of quitting is knowing you got someone who cares about ya’, That’s keeping it real, It comes from not throwing stones, taking out your own figs and sticks from eyes, Re-read your holy texts, fill in between the lines, speak of sincerity and redemption, I notice there is something wrong if: A pedophile priest can receive forgiveness for touching little boys in the confessional, Yet, a Woman who has to feed her children at night can’t even get a look, I notice there is something wrong if: We got those who walk covered sneaking in back corners, secretly texting and messaging, Hiding in school bathrooms with her crush, parking late nights at the Lake, Secretly drinking intoxicants, making it known the curvatures of one another, Not even married and got bodily harm included in night-time recipes, If you forget: a father who keeps his daughter’s virginity until marriage, gets to go to Jennah when he dies, During this time supposed to be following the Quran and hadith: in turn trying their best to ridicule others, I notice something wrong if: We got young brothers standing on corners selling what was escape in compact substance form, I notice holy buildings got gold plating, preachers driving a 2013 Lexus, Religious Muslims forgetting the majority of all the Muslims during the Prophet’s (pbuh) time were reverts, I’m a simple brother, believe me, I got no choice but to know you got doubts, Besides for Allah (swc) and the Prophet (pbuh) I don’t answer to your doubts, I answer to the one who made it clear to follow your heart if it gets you closer to Allah (swc), On regular occasion, seeking fortune from misfortune, noticing eyes that lay sleepless in Seattle, Witnessing triumph is the burden of proof, you can sit in your house during the day and night, But what you lose is your intent on following the ways of those who you try so hard to duplicate, During market days and sunny days, the Prophet (pbuh) and the Sahabi’s (ra) would walk through streets, Speaking of Salam’s and asking of other’s well-being, would you believe it if you saw it? It’s an easy answer, I see love of one another when a Mother of 3 talks of her children, Her eyes smeared of make-up, hot nights, cold nights, shivering just to make $50 for a quickie, It’s no Joke, she talks of her kids going to school, attending after school programs, The oldest enjoys sports just as much as watching his Momma cook Mac’ & Cheese, She speaks of bedtime kisses, crying upon bed sheets knowing her kids are the reason why she continues, I don’t need believers, no, not my goal, Instead sacrificing my eternal sunshine to make less fortunate become fortune 500, In the end, it’s about becoming one with what you do and what I do: well, Sometimes you just might not understand, Do you believe that?
Posted on: Thu, 27 Jun 2013 02:10:23 +0000
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