Write to this picture: June '08 (topical)
 

Woman on the gaza strip... product of the modern world.. this is the topic for June, lets see what you all got... ill drop later today..

Kids play and laugh, as the pot on the stove boils and bubbles
papa amuses the kids, she hears laughs and some chuckles
sharp knife pulled from the drawer, quick cut of some vegetables
glances around, she sees her youngest smile as he sets tables
a perfect musical hymn plays calmly just in ears reach
children sit with a smile, to here papa read books with his speech
family proud, innocent family just living out there daily
everythings beautiful, she isnt bothered by the crys of her baby
snap back to the present, lifes now a horrendous fact
she sits all alone, family dead to the world, now there no going back

blah, quick key.

I've eaten well in my life time, why rhyme? Allah sent you on me,
Or was it my leader, or perhaps my words, that brought you to my country?
Bullet holes in the walls from guns and sons fallen who stood tall,
Tanks that sank a building's pride in the midst of a brawl
I've never believed in pictures, sick nerds on the internet
With no electricity here to power my MacBook and whatever's left
Next to me in the rubble is a radio I used to play my American 80's music on,
Or listen to the holy words of the Qu'ran, which never really told us to make bombs
I hate those American bastards who defend their Israelite brothers to a tip,
So now I sit in the rubble, that good food I once ate will soon be shit.


Quick key holla.

That last bit was me being emotional. Dope topicalz!!!

There is no shovel to move this dirt
Through the hurt I use my hand
There is no dirt or sand that i can use on this land
No slick stone to create a throne
No chizled rock to mark this spot
Where my young king died...shot
he beared no crown just a frown
Smiles stay upside down
As the firebombs touched ground
Blew us sky high, my eyes cry
let the tears from my cheek sky dive
Create another Trail of tears
Dried up from the years
That tyranny has inflicted on my peers
I wanted help
But now i think were better off with out it
Use to have to keep my mouth shut
Now through the rubble i cant shout it
The words of help, stop, please
Put this pain in me
Or make this pain in me at ease
Dont save my life, it'll get harder
Tryna feed a sister with blown off arms
So i wonder should i starv her
Wants death but im afraid to give it
Tryna have her live life
When she dont want to live it


meh quick jot...didnt even looks back...Holla bitches

yo
imagine if this bullshit existed on your door step..
your fat western nation was eclipsed & now the laws dead
rampent with more weapons & war veterans galore repping
religion, the lords henchmen all set to explore heaven
imagine, if your country was split into two
constricted inflicting shit this isnt fiction its true
would you sit & just do nothing like your full of shit proppin
your enemies, dropping bull like the wolfowhitz doctrine
to add to a concoction of problems till youve lost & forgotton
proper education for a nation of freedom fighters facing
the fog illustrating pain for the followers aching
to lead a normal life with all the rights parralell to yours & mine
its border line insanity.. & all i ask from yous
to imagine your reaction if you walked the path they got to
to don shoes of a young male existing in this human race
nothing western compares to the issues the youth face
in a place a million miles away still surviving pain
through a land that people fight to claim fucking night & day
the gaza strip.. soldiers harvested & labeled as terrorists
learning fabels & prejudice, blame, eradication & exodus
left with this, resounding hatred..........and i doubt youll change it
so continue bullshitting... ignorance escapes the snake pit

Bullets fly and bombs explode,
Some voices scream, some voices choke.
Some are killed, some left alone.
Some people now have dirt for homes.
The reason why is still unknown
To brainwashed dogs who want a bone.
Who follow orders from the throne
From a pig who couldn't hold is own.
And even though my family's gone,
My house is rubble on the lawn,
I still smile through it all.
Not because I'm still alive,
Or that I still see through my eyes.
It's not the fact that I can walk,
That I can hear, that I can talk.
I'd still smile alive or dead,
Just as long as I'm not one of them.