Muslim Gangsters fable
Growing up with big dreams
Wanting to be rich and successful
Unless you wear and drive the latest
You aint nuttin
No respect or status from no one
Too many exams
Too much stress
Job interviews and busting your back
Boss gives you grief
If you talk back
You get the sack
Some prepared to work hard
While others choose the easy route
Crime pays
If you’re clever
And don’t bother
With your conscience
You can make the dough
And retire early
Selling drugs
Is cool
Customers are fools
Supplying a demand
Is your justification
Sell to all and sundry
No morals or scruples in this game
No age restriction or religious discrimination
Sell to your own
Coz if you don’t
Then someone else will
Although many O.D
Not your fault
That there dead prematurely
For many peeps
Life is tough
In the west
Too much stress
And anxiety
Drugs and alcohol
And other substances
Makes you forget
For a moment
A little bit of heaven
Later you regret
When you get addicted
Spending money
On drugs to get a kick
You must be thick
But you’re got the monkey on your back
Your life derails and hits the wrong track
You think it’s under control
But it’s powerful
And lethal
Got you hooked, line and sinker
Selling everything
Including your body
For half the price
To buy a bag
Life is a nightmare
A living hell
Your body like an empty shell
Sooner or later you hear the bells
As you die in agony and pain
For dealers
Success is failure
As the police get on your case
And plot your fall from grace
Prisons full
Of Muslims boys talking bull
Acting tough
Talking rough
Being molested
By the faggots
While the authorities look away
Bet you didn’t know that?
Nowhere to turn
And mourn
Lost and wasted youth
On your own in a cell
Nothing to do
Except
Read the Quran
Pray towards Qibla
But for how long ?
Only the intelligent stay strong
After release
On the right path
The weak and foolish
Go back to old ways
Following the crowd
Without thinking
Doing haram without blinking
Society got you in her embrace
Wannabe gangster and follower
But it aint from your culture
Is it good and honourable?
Selling drugs to your own people
Pimping your own sisters
No respect or status
Known to all and sundry
As
Low life scum
Worse than Bush and Blair
Mass murderers and killers
Working for the shaytan
And the enemies of Allah
Author: (e-mail removed)
Growing up with big dreams
Wanting to be rich and successful
Unless you wear and drive the latest
You aint nuttin
No respect or status from no one
Too many exams
Too much stress
Job interviews and busting your back
Boss gives you grief
If you talk back
You get the sack
Some prepared to work hard
While others choose the easy route
Crime pays
If you’re clever
And don’t bother
With your conscience
You can make the dough
And retire early
Selling drugs
Is cool
Customers are fools
Supplying a demand
Is your justification
Sell to all and sundry
No morals or scruples in this game
No age restriction or religious discrimination
Sell to your own
Coz if you don’t
Then someone else will
Although many O.D
Not your fault
That there dead prematurely
For many peeps
Life is tough
In the west
Too much stress
And anxiety
Drugs and alcohol
And other substances
Makes you forget
For a moment
A little bit of heaven
Later you regret
When you get addicted
Spending money
On drugs to get a kick
You must be thick
But you’re got the monkey on your back
Your life derails and hits the wrong track
You think it’s under control
But it’s powerful
And lethal
Got you hooked, line and sinker
Selling everything
Including your body
For half the price
To buy a bag
Life is a nightmare
A living hell
Your body like an empty shell
Sooner or later you hear the bells
As you die in agony and pain
For dealers
Success is failure
As the police get on your case
And plot your fall from grace
Prisons full
Of Muslims boys talking bull
Acting tough
Talking rough
Being molested
By the faggots
While the authorities look away
Bet you didn’t know that?
Nowhere to turn
And mourn
Lost and wasted youth
On your own in a cell
Nothing to do
Except
Read the Quran
Pray towards Qibla
But for how long ?
Only the intelligent stay strong
After release
On the right path
The weak and foolish
Go back to old ways
Following the crowd
Without thinking
Doing haram without blinking
Society got you in her embrace
Wannabe gangster and follower
But it aint from your culture
Is it good and honourable?
Selling drugs to your own people
Pimping your own sisters
No respect or status
Known to all and sundry
As
Low life scum
Worse than Bush and Blair
Mass murderers and killers
Working for the shaytan
And the enemies of Allah
Author: (e-mail removed)
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