REVOLUTION Awaits Under The Roots of Struggle

[Kulmiye]

Frosty twilight

Season tainted

Chaos flee beyond the rivers of wounded

Brave man falling

Leaves drifting

New Orleans and Darfur are tame

to seek answer with dime

and method of violence

Civilian on the face of silence

Emotions detailed by the murk twilight

Among the rivers of peace

Lays a valley of banded

Drifting saga of people

Palestine and sour of deceive

They stand at the corner

In hunger, tears, and agony

In hardship and yearning

They’ were thrown into amazes of years

And now they disrobed with anger

Running with a rupture of fire,

While drink from death, with edge of a sword

The noble man’s soul has two goals

To die or reach...

And Deadly said "Promises of a relief... gift and parcels

Some people say that revolution will descend

On this madness end this confusion

But we've all heard the privileged boast and preach

And the promised land we want is still out of reach"

The end result remains the same

Across the air waves too many of our people have

Gave up the right to think

In exchange for the comfort of financial plantation

Submitting to the gospel of the media’s doctrine

And offering up their rights

Three by two by one

Till none think for themselves

And the fences’ boundaries slowly close in

We are led to the slaughter incarcerated son…

Raped and devalued daughter

Father first to be removed with the art of

Deception, depression and greed,

Leaving mothers to depend on others for their needs,

And government offering hide secret agendas

But having invited the viper in

Her sentry is easily subdued and removed

Leaving her offspring As easy prey for their venom

We Got to Listen, Rise, Recognize, and Progress

and Revolution will grow!

 

<--Abdul Aka Kulmiye--<