aiyyo..
we used to be royal/
loyal..till my kin binged on sin and oil/
beneath the soil, pressure and turmoil/
starvation, aggression and slaughtered nations/
behind bars like back ups if we act up, and speak hard Narcicyst of the marshes/
swarmed by self...Jihad himself/
shattered health, bad habits and batted for wealth/
a slave to my own change and jewelry, trapped in Iraq and other Arabs were held/
so prove to me, that opportunities are for unity/
and truely you through eluding me/
assume its me in your position soon to be foolishly/
labeling compostions, oppositions to all your bombs and missions/
abolished ties....staring down the eyes of a colonizer/
picture perfect painter, quote me you aint shit like artificial fertilizer/
spread apart my rituals, by police individuals/
land ownership, and decreasing the missles/
at the hands of the weak officials/
no initial plans to defend my land, burned and turned into Middle Eastern vigils/
see wenches like you...my island scheme, i stay a silent beam/
no talking while you walk over me, hawking me with your violent means/
all the dreams of a bias/
starking whips and streams of tyrant pirates/
scenes of bloodshed, why my pen runs red/
i believe in a higher source of justice, encompassed energy, the trusted highness/
while you seek supremecy over man, trying to blind the mind and iris...

my mental weaves metaphors to motivate religious wars...