aiyyo who can hold this wrath ofmine like Magowabi/
ancient Babylonian, surrounded by rotten bodies/
plots known for leaders on podiums/
interfering you from hearing truth to control the petroleum/
its all in they pockets/
profits the marked since the loss of your optics/
the course of my clock ticks/
for remorse of prophets of Marxists dot communist/
to be democratic/
this character would be found in section 8 of my demographic description/
deception and hate that led to the puppets of weapons/
the puff of my breath went...lyrically soul's lost in your hands like angery shoe polishers/
to be forced to spew consciousness/
destined to you, if you believe i'm lesser tha you/
then brother i hope Allah blesses you, with better messaged youth/
cuz this aint Christopher Columbus/
this is Brithis American socumpherence, whos a terrorist/
based on enslavement and suicides, so carry this/
you brave men? please land of the fee home of the slave/
i'm standing beneath all that i say, lost in a gaze/
all iever cared for was family and Allah metaphoric the names/
you gave us Saddam towards a pile of corpses and plagues/
calm in the race to torch us in flames/
you run with Mason son's that have to win/
aiming the claim and placing a gun to your head and laughin within/
last but not least...your cash just got reached/
to half Iraqs streets, where soldiers were scolded, and molded with ashes/
theres no satisfaction vented in here/
the air is conditioned, entering my lungs and mind, pumped in my system/
like hyperventalating perscriptions/
i stare into your eyes, caring to despite my apparent demise/
tearing this life a divided crime, swear to appear to you twice/
if this life is a margin, textualized and written, boarded in a prison/
i'd step into my survival thriving from the start till the endin...

Samahullah, Samahullah