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hi [24 Jan 2008|02:54am]

warring_kings
Hey, I'm Christina...enjoy my kind of comedy:


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Burning Mosque (X-P) [15 Sep 2005|10:06pm]

bedhoppngothboi
Here's our recent addition to the My Space page. Recorded by Dana Chism and Mixed by Mike Orifice.


Click the Burning Mosque to get to it from our My Space...

The great Black Muslim Poet, Amir Sulaiman has a cameo on it. He's got a great heart, and has got collaborations with Mos Def on his own CD, "Dead Man Walking"

Burning Mosque

With heavy breaths of the thick sea air,
I sighed salaam to my tearful sister,
the clangs of shackles blowing on the sail,
get drowned out when they shout 'Off our harbour!'

And then I heard their boots hitting wood on the docks,
their blood stained footprints told the end of my mother,
they asked 'Who are you to take our jobs?'
Man, we bore the weight of the Twin Towers.

I saw the fire eating up our Mosque,
the haze of flames blurred the staircase beneath us,
firemen seemed to cheer on the mob,
As the smoke filled us up.

Order! Order! will the Feds stand up?
The verdicts in from the court of Kiamat,
Get in ranks, slap your teeth on the curb,
We shined our boots just to carry out your sentence.

So enjoy the taste of the curb on your tongue,
Before your skull snaps and teeth are wedged in your throat,
your broken carcass still has blood on its hands,
but you aren't going to spill any more of my own.

I saw the fire eating up our Mosque,
the haze of flames blurred the staircase beneath us,
firemen turned to cheer on the mob,
As the smoke filled us up.

Amir Sulaiman: 'And I wish I could sing for justice, but I know no such songs. I know about Shahadah, Salaat and Quran, Jihad, Martyrdom and Homemade bombs. And sure you're going to think I'm wrong for talking about homemade bombs but the leader of the free world can drop A bombs and napalm.

I'm already a dead man walking, a mute man talking, a blind watching my brothers die. But I won't build all coffins, I will not take part in the death of my heart's kin. I would rather die.'


You may wish us dead or mute or blind,
you burn our mosque or rush us off your harbour,
But when we band together to protect our lives,
See what happens when you get out-numbered.

You're going to wish I had hijacked a plane.
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[24 Aug 2005|10:06pm]

dementias
I forgot about this community;
Vent. Mingle. Invite your friends or threaten to eat their spleens. Whatever works for you.
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