(poems go here) What is Your definition of Freedom ?
what is your way of life ?
is it in the words that you speak, or the words that you write ?
Sometimes your actions can speak for you,
And the answers that everyone is looking for are living inside you
Just simple words or phrases to fill the dark days of despair
and nights of distraught, in such a hollow minds in which we've been taught
Searching for Signs that aren't there
cause what everyone is still looking for lives inside you
Everyone is constantly guessing and it leaves them stressing Lost and confused
when people say their looking for GOD but end up doing the work of Satan
See it hurts to see No hope on my Generations faces
So Do you find freedom In the Ink in your Pen
the one you use as your favorite Weapon
The one you use to protect you from all evil
How you shoot your words down on paper
using your index finger as your trigger finger
as I cock back my Pen, My points made Pointblank with my ball point pen
NOW WHAT !
That is how I repent, and i will pray harder
and since there are so many questions I now have answers
there is No right nor Wrong way when it comes down to FREEDOM !
for me it Blissfully Right and for you it is DEAD WRONG
Yes we are all sinners but we are still children of Allah
You tell me to follow the leader, and I say Find one
In this corrupt time of crisis and confusion
Is Freedom in My belief
NO! I am not atheist you see
But do I need a religion to believe that there is a Most High
the Creator of all Creations
Many use religion as an emblem
When simply why can't believing there is a GOD be a natural way of life
or has the government found it's easiest way to penetrate my mind
telling me I'm living a lie,
Dealing with the sacred text of Zen, Tao the lessons
Quran and the Bible, to me they all are very vital
But who is a human being to tell me, whom you pray to ain't right
Or I need to go inside and find my savior
Cause the life I live just aint right
And These Materialistic things although may make us happy
Oh, yes I enjoy to see the smile it brings to such beautiful faces
But these things will put you so high up on a pedestal
and sit you on your throne made of Gold,
it will spit shine your shoes
then will find you and bombardier you
tell you your time is up and not even alert you
yes these things will AL-HAJJ MALIK EL-SHABAZZ you
Money, Power, Greed is the game
Living in the belly of a beast and don't even know its name
we have been swallowed whole , yes he spared us from being chewed
The truth is so ugly now that we have to face
I've been punctilious to these monsters faces because I know these Faces
In fact WE ALL KNOW THESE FACES!
I've Lost myself and Found myself
and I walk that thin line between love and hate
Im just so lost, cause what was right back then is now considered wrong
so I named my "alter-ego" the Girl Unknown
Apparently you cannot have wisdom and be young
But this wisdom became the rhythms that I wrote to
wisdom is always better than silver and Gold- Lauryn Spoke
Yes I am Only 16 years old
and this is and instance that must not be forgotten
So I've spoken the truth and spit some knowledge
I have knowledge of self , self- transformation , and self-actualization
And a rich man is often one with knowledge, whom holds happiness and good health
As I leave this very stage today let it be known
the BRAVE , BLACK , BEAUTIFUL AND THE BOLD
has come to reclaim her CROWN NO BREAK NO BOW