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It’s a new day, same ol’ light

Christian Elijah isn’t going down without a fight

Collaborative religions, Dow is going down, money’s tight

America’s pulling out, let the Middle East commit suicide

Christianity is the way of the wolf’s cry, bite the camel walking by

Mad bloodshed, massacre in the garage, survive off the water in your humps

Ain’t the Bushes about to be some burning chumps

You sunk my batteship isn’t just a game, it’s happening right in front of us

George Bush had the audacity to marry the Taliban

then quickly filed for divorce, they won half of Manhattan

Why he keep acting as if he knew it wasn’t going to happen

If hip hop is so bad, why the goverment never banned it

He can’t stop the reign of blacks rebuilding a structure of America

once again

The debate was a fraud, all politicians are friends

George Benson’s masquerade, Barack giving barbques for the bros

Just what crackers feared, Watermelon rinds and chicken bones,

 on the Whitehous lawn

7/7/20, Christian Elijah storm

Backstabbers, the analogy of a forthcoming blueprint, Rahsaan Ali

Novelistic prophet I believe

read deeper, and in between the lines, you’ll see

I’m telling you something that may very well save both our lives

I’ve been talking about African girls being secretly brought here

to prostitue themselves to upper class executives

ever since A Pimp’s life, and predicted so called African pirates pirating American ships

Wrote Backstabbers in the beginning of 2008, 2009’s most politically correct novel of the year

My company’s editor didn’t let me read the final draft

Some of my style was off but a great writer will make it pass

Coming up next is Metaphor of the moment 

2010, mainstream author, on here it’s forever recorded

 

                          WORLD NEWS TODAY

 

Somebody please listen,

Please, let me get this off

I got some thoughts in my head,

 going back and forth like Aaliyah on tennis courts

Why the cops had to ring the bell for Sean before his time

Why they had to buss at him 51 times

Why he had to die the day before he married his bride

Why the president start this war and hang Saddam

on CNN Live

And them shots that flew by, you know

the ones that infested a city

They said it was a flu shot fighting the flu in the city

 Mad cow disease,

our meat is so tainted

Little girls bodies be blossoming,

before it catches up with their ages

Chicken wing and duck sauce at the end of every corner

Nigger juices in the hood, three for a quarter

Cameras in traffic lights, shit, that ain’t nothing new

They been filming you, since you knew you was you

We take it all for granted, granted by a nation of grand wizards

Its white hoods, in the hood, without a hood, during a snow blizzard

 Hip-hop is dead, it’s what they always wanted

She’s hip to the head, whenever she get blunted

Babies having babies, embryos have no soul

Abortions make the mother cry

 it was murder she wrote 

Needles leave tracks that run trains on the hoes

For a gram of that soda, she’ll follow your nose

It’s a cold, cold world, look at the freezing orphans

They should’ve fucked with Bush, for some of that global warming

For some of that technological, inter-galactic, space touring

If you knew what I knew, you’d listen to the specifics

Flat lines cut the body from the soul, with spiritual scissors

Energy savings, but they charging us, for what’s inside of us

Its like we’re paying for ourselves, to see the light in front us  

The light inside them bulbs, is the same light inside of you

Its not the inner G in you, it’s the energy in you

The inner light in you, and when your body dies, the sun sets in you

 

     

   

SELFISH INTENTIONS

Why is your heart aching, slowly breaking away

It seems as if no one cares, never listening to what you say

You were born to lead a generation, an insignifigant nation

Some just don’t have the patience, but you’ve been simply just waiting

Here is where you’re standing, embracing those that cry

You’re a sister girl, inspiring all their lives

Girl, you’re really something 

Even when they thought you were nothing, you still made them all feel like something

Even if the earth stood still, you’d keep on coming

Inside of you is a beautiful woman

Never worried about them judging

If you cry, they cry

Epitome of true loving

I picked this comment up from an artical about Alicia Keyes:

ALICIA KEYS is only just starting to get over the constant criticism she faced for her acne problems when she first hit fame.

The FALLIN’ singer admits that while she spent years battling her skin problems as a teen, nothing prepared her for the harsh comments she faced once she became a public figure.

She says, “When you’re in high school, somebody might say something (about acne) and hurt your feelings. Well, imagine the entire world looking at you, constantly scrutinising your face.

“I felt really hurt. I knew that you shouldn’t base your (self-esteem) on your physical appearance, so I tried to convince myself that I shouldn’t worry about it, but inside I felt like everyone was attacking me.

“It wasn’t easy at all, but I finally realised that I’m beautiful on the inside regardless of a couple of bumps here and there. Who cares?”

 

Delibitatating minds of babies being depraved and deprived

Genocide on the rise

Ethiopians were losing weight, way before the crackpipe

Who feels contempt or remorse, when a black man loses his life

No one ever knows the circumstances

an all white jury is always white, I mean right

Cops on videotape disguised as the Klan

Coincidently in the hood, is where they lynch the man

They string him up and call him a coon

Gunshots and gun blaze, no questions asked

The commissioner of New York has got they’re back

No justice, no peace

I just want a piece of the justice please

All these atrocities and casualties, cover up like canopies

Annualy immates accrue federal monies, incacerated fees

Trillion dollar recession, wait until you all see the new currency

Deathrow immates sent secretly to fight overseas

DANGER(TRUST ME)

November 30th, 2008 by Rahsaan

Danger(Trust Me)

You can tell just how racist America really is

A skeleton and hockey mom making a run for president

Collectively as one, voted in by republicans

Look at the direction the compass is going in

Healthcare with no health, less section eight

Put the difference towards republicans

so another president can get head again

Then lie to America with a straight face

Fucking nationally and personally

Hillary didn’t leave him

because she was planning to run in 08

And she lost to a black man

Shit

Was that bitch pissed or what

Did you see Bill’s face, “He said,”What the fuck?”

Then they try to blame it on the difference in ethnicities

Cutural imbalance, these blacks aren’t voting fairly

In reality we never had a vote to begin with

All we ever had was white guys that didn’t do shit

We see what happened with Bush, brought our towers down

Found Sadamm in a hole then hung him

That’s how he gets down

Do u really think Kanye’s moms died by accident

Did you notice how she passed,

Right after he said that shit about the president

We forgot about Osama and changed his name to Obama

Bin Laden and Barrack sound so different, why they make all that drama

Pastor Jerimiah Wright says “America is racist”

They turned around and said

“No. You’re the racist”

“Every black church in America hates all races”

Imus says, “Dems sure is some nappy headed hoes”

White America says, “Hey. Take a chill pill. He was just making a joke.”

“He wasn’t try’na provoke any turmoil mongst’ you folk.”

Obama’s gonna make it and that’s a sure fact

Or will it be President Biden

the day after that

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Eyes Wide Shut

Time will reveal little black boy
Big black man
Sons rebeling against their fathers
Scriptual Plan, it’s relevant
Cut the head off from the body
Just like they did in Iran
And all you can say is I ran
Gimme, gimme, gimme one more chance
Police batons bounce
off the arms of a nigger covering up
Maybe it’s Maybelline, or may be the hoods are being pulled up
Then there was that flu, you know,
the one that they said flew by
Shots administered, five years later the infants die
People die mysteriously when they speak against the presidency
If not them, someone they hold dearly
Emergincies and surgeries, George Bush doesn’t like black people
Plastic excuses, everybody loses
The world is run by a computer
that the Matrix uses
Bill tried to make it back into office riding Hill’s back
Them damn Hill-Billy’s really thought they was making a come back
Showed their red necks
in our neck of the woods
I did not have sexual relations with that woman
If my wife wasn’t here i would
A black president, the quota’s still the same
Just more black support, we’re all in the same gang
All pieces on the board of the same game

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From the Writing show :
A few lucky writers find their style early in life. This week’s guest cut his teeth writing poetry as a kid, and you can tell. His novels reverberate with rhythm and dazzling imagery, as you will hear.

Rahsaan Ali was born at Brooklyn Hospital in 1972 and raised in Saint Albans, Queens before moving to Suffolk, Long Island. His first novel, Nasty, originally titled Selfish Intentions, made Essence’s bestsellers list four months in a row. His second novel, Carmello, will be out this June.

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