Friday, July 9, 2010

"Imagine" Lyrics

Listen yo we got a sister in jail
Wounded severely her appearance is frail
The system’s merciless so they gave her no bail
She could barely sit, but she donned her veil
Demand a doctor! Bet the guard who shot her
Is somewhere on vacation drunk from sipping vodka
But we sit here and do nothing about it
Some heard it once but they soon forgot it
Government’s story’s rotten but the media bought it
Muslim leaders are quiet Zionists applauded
When will we speak up? it’s hard to keep up
Too busy then you gotta free up son it’s time to d-up
Time to meet-up and strategize the position
How to bring an end to the inquisition
Never mind the Zionists they’re on a hate mission
But there’s people of conscience that don’t share their vision

Just imagine, Just Imagine

The FBI had her kidnapped along with her children
Two still missing who knows if they killed them
Wouldn’t put nothing past them yo they’re straight savages
Like a starved wolf that sees prey and ravages
It’s no time to be weak, if things look bleak
Things can get far worse if we fail to speak
Yo they’re taking our children, they’re taking our brothers
Our imams and scholars even wounded mothers
And our national organizations, they don’t care
They’re too afraid to speak or they just don’t care
Stand up for the weak they don’t dare
When the FBI already set their snare
So it’s time youngins to represent
Forget mom and pops forget the president
We need creativity, faith, positivity
Imagine Sister Aafia free from captivity

Just imagine, Just Imagine

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

"Collaborators" Lyrics

Do you resist or enable let’s go around the table
Here’s a marker and nametag please affix the label
Where it proudly on your chest so we know who you are
And for collaborators we got a special star


Collaborators are many that’s why bullets are plenty
Zero tolerance for treachery, son, that’s how it’s meant to be
In these resistance movements they always try to infiltrate
So they can sabotage the tactics we use to liberate
My people are hungry for self-determination
Tired of the humiliation imposed by the occupation
Starving, due to economic blockades
Terrorized by indiscriminate raids
Held and tortured indefinitely, forced to live an uncertain destiny
Defending themselves with rocks and limited weaponry
We live in infamy ‘cause we enable at least
The massacre to continue due to feeding the beast
Living in the West we prostrate toward the east
Our tax dollars help to keep our brothers deceased
And we don’t stop we’re good at making excuses
We help purchase the rope used for tying the nooses

Do you resist or enable let’s go around the table
Here’s a marker and nametag please affix the label
Where it proudly on your chest so we know who you are
And for collaborators we got a special star


If we fail to act yo, we’re letting happen
Myself included all I’m doing is rapping
If more of us were willing to die for the cause
Stand with the victims against immoral laws
Head to Kashmir, Chechnya, Iraq and Mindanao
Plus Afghanistan, Gaza activists will show us how
Boarding vessels despite the Israeli Navy
Props to Cynthia McKinney one brave lady
Sadly ask a brother he says maybe
Although why don’t you take my old lady?
Right, I’m calling you spineless
Men who don’t stand up and fight should sport vagin--
Careful this rhyme could be heard by the minors
My fault, I couldn’t pass that sick one liner
Plus I’m inclined to cut cowards no slack
Women and children are starved while we’re turning our back

Do you resist or enable let’s go around the table
Here’s a marker and nametag please affix the label
Where it proudly on your chest so we know who you are
And for collaborators we got a special star

Saturday, June 26, 2010

"My Jihad" Lyrics

what's the fronting for son?
sooner or later than later this life is going to gone
bump your block and your area code
haven't you heard these days i'm operating in guerilla mode
switched off cnn crushed the remote in my hand
picked up the qur'an to read about the martyrs' end
what's my path time to chose it
life is use it or lose it
sunday night's when the blues hit
pictured a rose withered so i picked up the pad
and scribbled some prose my mind froze but my hand quivered
got an idea to make a quick buck
didn't bother to jot it,
i'm still broke so i must have forgot it

night of power phenomenon
during the last days of Ramadan
first to believe i pray that i'm the last to run
absent these days is bravery without a gun
had 2 daughters without a son God gave us another one
i'm sick of nonsense hypocritical rulers
we sit and do nothing about the harm that they do us
i live in the US but everyday i think of leaving this nation
the umma was founded when the order came for migration

My Jihad is up to me
struggle in Allah's cause to be free
My Jihad is up to me
going to war with the pen so you could bring your army


coming with lyrical ammunition from a position
deep underground to avoid the enemy rounds
asymmetrical blood pounds inside the ventricles
keeping it steady with the trigger finger i'm ready
manifest destiny historically got the best of me
clampled the umbilical i only grew to be cynical
colonialism distorted the mechanism
divide and conquer methodology evil psychology
dropping bombs with impunity wanting security
fairy tales for citizens who suffer from innocence
keepin it skeptical inside my skull is an arsenal
so i lay waste every adversary i bury
materialism your idol mentally suicidal
rebel militia mujahideen on a mission

My Jihad is up to me
struggle in Allah's cause to be free
My Jihad is up to me
going to war with the pen so you could bring your army


drop it collossal some say abstract like Picasso
never debate the ignorant cuz it's not worth the hassle
just give 'em the message say peace then i'm out
content was on point so i never needed to shout
struggle on many fronts in as many ways
took it underground no doubt sometimes i miss the sun's rays
weary of those who open their wallets to pay us
next thing you know they peg us as collaborators
key is to stay independent give our lives to defend it
a mystery to the weak only the strong comprehend it
strapped with the truth so I didn't wear the explosives
lyrics akin to swords so don't confuse them with roses
i wasn't born in the Deen i'm one of ones who chose this
spit it in small amounts just to prevent overdoses

My Jihad is up to me
struggle in Allah's cause to be free
My Jihad is up to me
going to war with the pen so you could bring your army

Friday, June 11, 2010

"Bread and Water" Lyrics

No thanks just bread and water
Used to fatten us up like cows for slaughter
Now we saw the light we join the oppressed in the fight
And we stay lean so we don't forget their plight

These days I got war in front of me
I'm against it it's my duty to protest it
Thousands marched and no one got arrested
Zero media coverage-word you guessed it
And the government chose to ignore the people
Now it's evident that they're prepping for a sequel
The way I see it we got a choice to make
Is it business as usual or is it time to wake?
Same ways of protest won't be effective
We got to sacrifice more it's got to be collective
Five days a week you're a part of the system
Now you’re going to take the weekend to play the victim
Nah son, it's got to be a fundamental change
Reassess priorities and rearrange, man
We got family and we don't want them to grieve
But we got to lend a hand to those who struggle to breathe

No thanks just bread and water
Used to fatten us up like cows for slaughter
Now we saw the light we join the oppressed in the fight
And we stay lean so we don't forget their plight

Son you know this life is temporary
Some of the shortest life spans are legendary
It ain't the number of years but the worth they carry
So we may as well live life revolutionary
The more we have, the more we're afraid to risk sometimes
Frustration leads me to pencil rhymes
We hesitate when someone's being attacked
We don't help right away we're watching our own back
Thinking: what could we lose if we get involved?
By living leaner it could be the issue is solved
It ain't a choice it's a duty to intervene
You might disagree but it's a part of my deen
We place our life on the line if need be
Son this life it ain't supposed to be easy
That's why we're still standing up to tyrants
Fearless marching through the sound of sirens

No thanks just bread and water
Used to fatten us up like cows for slaughter
Now we saw the light we join the oppressed in the fight
And we stay lean so we don't forget their plight

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

The Tip of the Iceberg

May God comfort the families of the civilians murdered by US troops, and may He grant paradise to the victims.

The fact that the army ruled that the killing of the innocents did not violate the "rules of engagement" says volumes about the nature of our assault on Iraq and its people.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Some US Exports Are Booming

While US manufacturing exports are not much to speak of, there is one product (or "service" if your prefer) that the US government continues to export in large amounts: torture.

According to an article by Stephen Lendman that recently appeared on DissidentVoice.com, former detainees at some of the many US secret prison sites around the world report the following forms of abuse:

  • being hooded or blindfolded;
  • painfully shackled for extended periods;
  • exposed to extreme heat and cold;
  • kept naked;
  • waterboarded numerous times;
  • held in isolation or tiny cells with other prisoners where sleeping must occur in shifts;
  • severe physical and psychological treatment creating permanent trauma for many;
  • beatings;
  • continuous blaring noises or music;
  • 24-hour bright light or total darkness;
  • sleep deprivation for days;painful stress positions for extended periods;
  • being sodomized;
  • denied food, too little, or inedible kinds;
  • painful force-feeding for hunger strikers;
  • denied medical care;
  • coerced to confess to offenses they never committed;
  • hung from steel bars in their cells or from metal hooks in interrogation rooms for extended periods;
  • kept in tubs of ice water creating hypothermia;
  • threatened with or attacked by dogs;
  • given electric-shocks;
  • and other cruel, abusive and degrading treatment.

The US and its allies in the war on terror (read "war of terror") routinely round up hundreds of people, mostly civilians, and subject them to this barbaric treatment. Each one of these abuses is an act of terror. While the headlines of traditional media routinely showcase suicide bombings and other low-tech tactics of fighters engaged in resisting US imperialism, the systematic and pervasive acts of terror perpetrated with the consent of the US government go largely unreported.

At a time when we are running a huge trade deficit, it is a shame that the traditional media is failing to report the continued strength of our reliable exports of weapons and terror. After all, we must give credit where credit is due.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Who Shows More Restraint Than Muslims?

The traditional media and its corporate masters make millions from exploiting the stereotype of the "Muslim extremist." But let us take a moment to ponder the reality of what Muslims are facing.

Tens of thousands of our men and women, including children, are arrested, kidnapped, caged, raped, and tortured. Our lands are occupied and our people oppressed and driven from their homes. Our people are starved and deprived of medicines through sanctions. Hundreds of thousands of Muslims have been murdered, made refugees, and orphaned. Our Prophet (PBUH) is mocked and or religion maligned.

And what do Muslims do? Yes, a few here and there resist. Yet, the majority of Muslims call for peace and even join the calls for their fellow Muslims to abandon armed resistance.

Sabra and Shatila. Jenin. Fallujah. Abu Ghraib. Haditha. Kunar. Gaza. The list goes on and on. The Israelis hold over 11,000 Palestinian prisoners, including children, and most without charge. Our brothers are kidnapped and torn from their families. Children are raised without fathers and women struggle without their husbands; mothers grieve over the loss of their sons. And these are the fortunate ones. Others regularly bury their young after they are slaughtered by occupation forces.

Here's an account that details the fate of a Muslim prisoner at the hands of US guards at a detention center in Bagram, Afghanistan:

Dilawar, who died on December 10, 2002, was a 22-year-old Afghan taxi driver and farmer who weighed 122 pounds and was described by his interpreters as neither violent nor aggressive.

When beaten, he repeatedly cried "Allah!" The outcry appears to have amused U.S. military personnel, as the act of striking him in order to provoke a scream of "Allah!" eventually "became a kind of running joke," according to one of the MPs. "People kept showing up to give this detainee a common peroneal strike just to hear him scream out 'Allah,'" he said. "It went on over a 24-hour period, and I would think that it was over 100 strikes."

The Times reported that:

On the day of his death, Dilawar had been chained by the wrists to the top of his cell for much of the previous four days.

"A guard tried to force the young man to his knees. But his legs, which had been pummeled by guards for several days, could no longer bend. An interrogator told Mr. Dilawar that he could see a doctor after they finished with him. When he was finally sent back to his cell, though, the guards were instructed only to chain the prisoner back to the ceiling.

"Leave him up," one of the guards quoted Specialist Claus as saying. Several hours passed before an emergency room doctor finally saw Mr. Dilawar. By then he was dead, his body beginning to stiffen.

It would be many months before Army investigators learned a final horrific detail: Most of the interrogators had believed Mr. Dilawar was an innocent man who simply drove his taxi past the American base at the wrong time.
(Source: wikipedia.org)

Not to mention the harrowing ordeal of Dr. Aaafia Siddiqui, thought to be the same prisoner 650 who was repeatedly raped and tortured by US prison guards over a period of years at the same Bagram facility. The journalist Yvonne Ridley reported on the accounts of former prisoners who are still haunted by the woman's screams.

Conclusion: Our restraint borders on insanity.