Brother Mr Baldy's Rhymes

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join for what..the verse thing you guys did? You guys are too good mashallah ..right now I have nothing coming to me because I still feel all peaceful from Umrah lol ..Inshallah when I start feeling it I'll jump in..You guys go ahead
 
yeah, please join in sis....

sometimes I question if the angels look down on me, see I've never been all that I've wanted to be, I'm trying to convey a message to the people out there, showing them that there really is nothing to fear, apart from the stereotypes we all fall into, them, her and him to, we walk around aimless in our dazes, we close our eyes and ears to the many mazes, the streets strangled my soul but I still walk them, I speak out and talk when, I'm not supposed to... or so they say, I write pages as signs hoping you wont follow me in, coz I'm drowning like a fish without a fin.
 
breath in, breathe out, its all we can do from going over the edge, as we peer over the ledge, looking down on everything we left below, coz we will reap on our souls, and be judged on what we made our goals, breathe in, breathe out, its all we can do to keep us going crazy, it makes me amaze me, how we can be so blind to the facts, like we walk around stepping on tacs, breathe in, breathe out, to keep on living even though we're really dying, to keep on speaking even though we're only lying, breathe in, breathe out.
 
mashallah...apparently i repped too many people today
 
one day ur makin bad choices the next u ask why?
one day you feel it's a gift the next you let out a silent sigh
I ask myself, How could I have made this mistake
How could I have put everything at stake?
Realization hit me, What can I do now?
Ask for repentance from the One in a submissive bow
 
Im not arrogant just mostly conceited, I hear the devils voice in my head but I'm not stupid enough to believe it, coz all it talks is twisted lies, to leave you torn like spiritual drive bys, its a constant barrage of sin to win, hyped by the media machines din, its a slow death like AIDS spreading through your blood stream, and yet we're still living like lifes a dream, while the devils agents target you with infra red beams, so you can keep all the cream, what is a slave going to do with money anyway, spend it on distractions to keep you occupied the same day you get paid, like the olympic games keeping you occupied with nation states, as they steadily creep up the basic rates for you to be able to live properly, keep your mind distracted as they poison you with mercury.
 
life has been bitter sweet, spending it on worn out feet, trying not to succumb to the devils treats, lord why am I so blind, lord why was I left behind, I have to remind myself this is a blessing, I'm confessing to stressing my mind out of my god **** head, staying up not sleeping and have eyes blood shot red, always going hungry coz you were never being fed, they say allah alleviates all pain, they allah can stop all the rain, but I think I'm gonna buckle from all the strain, Lucifer promised me fame, but didn't tell me sin would go with the game, so I'm stuck in the same old same old routine, and nothing can put me to sleep not even ovaltine, but thats life in the city kid everybody ain't gonna make it out the hood, just keep the faith and its all to the good.
 
*slaps mr baldy heads* :D thats what they doo to baldy people :D

but seriously bro, you should get goin professional, like i write some rhymes, but your like on the next level, subhanallah!!

*gives you miracle grow for the head* :p
 
jazakallah khair bro... inshallah thats the plan, we'll see how it turns out.

Let the ink spill over the pages, as we move through stages, looking back on the phases, we amassed mad skills, spitting lyrics out of window sills, burning elementary fools with no mind, we tight as **** me and my kind, trying to lead the blind, hearts follow the ears listening to slam poetry, we walking to the bank coz thats where the dough be, we dream on the days when we weren't so mentally scared, good dreams are barred, call us immigrants but never ignorant, daddy was absent so we was indigent, let the ink spill over the pages of history, when we were kings and queens.
 
I'm not apologetic, more apocalyptic, leaving my faith is like walking into an epileptic fit, they want me to sit where I stand, they act like their gesture is grand, you can practice your deen if you separate god from man, the silhouette of Judas is everlasting in the soul of their plan, they want me to lay and beg with a cup in my hand, they want me to beg as they rape oil from my land, like I said I'm apocalyptic, I'll cause your wounds and then make them septic, it's getting too hectic, put up your lighters and chase away the demons, thats why we dying for a reason.
 
I'm madder than the mad hatter, I dont envy you with your mad chatter, as you get fatter and fatter of insane talk hitting your brain, I came to drain the pain from your vain attempts at underground hip hop, wannabe phoney rappers I'll make your jaws drop, I'll kill your career faster than a black actor in a horror flick, because I'm sharper than an bloody Icicle pick, fake 50 cent with the pants sagging, jump for the A&R with your tail wagging, hanging lose with your ethics, moneys making you numb worse than anaesthetics, you talk more rubbish than urine produced from diuretics, I keep it real to the core, and have the skill to produce more anti-industry ***** metaphors, so stop holding onto your pants coz I'm a bigger man than you'll ever be, my mind is too complex for you conceive, I'm writing at mad hours you wouldn't believe, I was raised with demons leaching of the flesh of my would be soul, I drafted sin holding a pen and an empty stomach helpless as a new born foal, so screw the biz, and them critical kids, I make it look easy coz it is.
 
so I'm still searching for the freedom they promised me, 40 acres to the slave and he shall be, contented in his bitter situation, stuck with the infatuation of his master, the devil strikes harder, tears the heart and aims strictly for the mind, all alone I think I'm going blind, I cant open up coz I'm too afraid of what I'll find, It's quiet outside and yet I still hear Lucifer whispering, I think I'll fall over the day when all souls shall go delivering, It's foolish to think that there is anything more than believing in, Allah the most high, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
 

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