for those who don’t believe in The beliefs that I practise
I didn’t understand I just felt stranded when my best friend was taken by government Injustice tryin’ send a young man back To a land that he doesn’t understand It’s disgusting, and I loved him, looked up to him But to the Government he’s just another number in the system Another coefficient in the equation It’s sufficient if he just disappears like an ablation That’s an evaporation of a solid Solid morals disappear As quick as new stereotypes appear Racism in the media branding people of my beliefs and skin colour Ostracising us from the rest of society is a way of thinking now taken lightly, It’s an absurdity That after all this time I still felt like an anomaly Lots of confusion surrounds what I think and what I believe Does Islam teach a way of living so obscene From what I’ve seen on the TV screen? magically refute all that i believed Or concede to the consensus that I’m just another radical extremist The same ones that are in the messages that the media sends us so frequent The most uncomfortable times being asked about crimes Committed by guys that happened to be Muslim But the media demonised these crimes not By way of the heinous acts but the sole Fact that those in question happened to be Muslim It seems like your people like to cause a scene often with machine guns and M16s, RPGs What do you think, oh child only aged 14? As if I’m going to agree and
Distanced himself: there was no place for him
Their faith is never ever a case when they spread their hate with guns ablaze They’re called “Mentally unstable” As if those who the media chooses to represent my people Are of sound mind like mine and theirs are equal Like their evil is equivalent to my peaceful Actions so feeble He tries to make a difference but he’s walkin’ through treacle And he needs all his strength To not let this tense situation turn lethal Thoughts turn suicidal A dark sea where emotions become tidal It’s vital to stay afloat But he gets an eyeful of salt water now And can’t see how or which way to go Stuck in the vicious cycle where survival is the primal instinct that overrides Whatever he thinks Blocking out the light and all ideas of being altruistic His life he risks it He’s skating on the edge and balance by writing rhymes All the time, every night, lines upon lines, As lies upon lies are fed through his mind On flimsy bits of paper that’s nothing but white noise In the ether drowned out by the sound of rappers Blasting through his speakers about shanks and heaters He’s formed a vile world from the violence the media teaches us 18 plus video games taught him at a young age Not to be afraid of war but embrace the hate face to face The violence on the screen formed a being that he could relate to he just did a kick flip He tries and regains his
And if he didn’t distance himself It’s ok ‘cause the kids already did He just hid From the bullies calling him a terrorist
The words burned like bullets full of hatred Stored up in his cranium
He believed he was an abomination And no friends would play with him ‘Cause he had no friends that he could say were his friends ‘Cause the friends that he thought were friends were never with him in the end They were different in the end It became a wicked trend That he thought would never end Now the young boys growing up He’s gained some popularity A few girlfriends and a body built up To add to his vanity He’s getting into the swing of things He thinks that he’s the king of things He starts taking up boxing Thinks nobody can swing at him Starts boxing seriously now He starts running with a new crowd Those at the gym he can relate to he’s found People just like him with the same values Their faces hardened from the past Masks just like statues
Cracks caused by the truth And he’s found a new family But that won’t stop tragedy Brothers on tags Makes us mad and look at the world angrily Not a holy man not a fan of the abbots in the abbacy
Won’t hesitate to say words of Blasphemy
How can there be a man in the galaxy that handed me this hand so casually When everything seemed to be going to plan It just happened to be my time to be branded
Over and over again the religion of these men is mentioned A different treatment is reserved
What he writes is fuelled by the things he went through
Like a meteor just landed slap bang in my mind’s expanses
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