Dust is my bed,
My how she embraces me,
She covers me now,
Oh so suffocatingly,
The sand surrounds me,
The darkness profounds
me,
Looking for a way out,
But can't see anything
around me
Leaving no corners
undanked,
Into the Kubr I sank,
This Torment! This
Torment!,
And I'm the one to
thank,
All the years at the
lectures, the Khutbas, and Taraweeh,
All couldn’t save me
from that, which I desired,
Then like a loaf of
bread in the fridge see I had expired,
I made this Dunya my job
and from it I was fired,
See this Dunya was a Cow
and I was a young thirsty lad,
See had a bowl full of
milk, but a soul full of sad,
The potential was so
good, but the outcome was so bad,
Now I dwell in this pit
thinking about what I could've had,
Ihdinas Siratal
Mustaqeen, I wish I would've said it more times in a day,
17 times is what it
should be, but see I would never pray,
I remember my Mom would
beg me "Son please don't go astray!"
And I'd say "Get
off my back, I'm a grown man anyway"
Slave to my desires and
filled with arrogance,
Next thing I know my
family hates me more then I hate asparagus,
So I'm runnin' around
smokin' trees with kids with no parents and,
I'm sunk into this
Dunya… A time bomb what a wonderful comparison,
Now I wait in my grave
for the Yawm Al-Qiyamah,
And I remember now I
never apologized to my Momma,
I remember that Jahanam…
that It’s not no Sauna,
It’s a place where the
sparks are like tall leaping Llamas,
…But It's too late… for
I am Destroyed…
Lost in a void where my
sins are materialized all around,
The embodiment of my
Quran is a big scary clown,
These Horrific angels
and their weapons continue to beat me down,
Then before another snake
bite, I'm convulsed by this sound,
Resurrected completely
with no signs of decay…,
Flat on my back cussin'
like I was that day,
When that one fool shot
me before I could say,
"Wait! Man Wait!
I'll have your money please I promise I'll pay!!"
In a land of white sand,
Books flying in right
hands,
Huge Angels on command,
The Sun so close I feel
like I could touch it with my hand,
Ya Rabb!!! I can't take
it Oh I wish I were dust!,
A voice replies saying
"NO! For you gave into lust,
And It was in your bosses
& doctors, that you put all your trust,
So now for you… Bisaal
Maseer is an absolute must,
All goes silent as we
all look one direction,
Then a violent roar
drops us all to our knees like a viral infection!
For Jahanam is being
pulled! and it is an awful invention.
Nearly 5 billion Angels
pulling forth my biggest investment!!
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