Ran'dem Rhymes vol.#3 - "The Difference"

By Ruhudeen Ali

They told them don't speak out it must be sworn
as the crazies in the studios swept up a storm
they push their views like it was the norm
but you could tell the announcers inside are torn
you see they want you thinking you were divinely born
to the exclusion of other races giving faces full of scorn
investigate a little and to the truth be drawn
though you know its wrong
you turn a deaf ear and light up a bong
drown out the voices of conscience to a song
the lyrics of which make you contemplate the thong
on the beach of Tel Aviv you never heard the Qur'an
you just zone out cuz its not your people
in the pain and hurt living insane, view from the plane
you only see the dirt

Don't be asinine about your governments' crimes in Palestine
60 years of occupation is too long a time
descendant of the twelve tribes
the time-line of your reign was divine
but now you had your time
now you gotta grow a spine
put it to rest and intertwine, dummy
drivin around in your humvee
knowin that on the other side your cousins are livin crumby
with no food in their tummy while you're soakin up sun on an
afternoon that is sunny
bodies wrapped up in cloth like mummies
how much they get away with man, it ain't funny
lookin lovely on a date with your hubby
wake up next day brain kinda fuzzy from the bubbly
while Palestinians pray, finding solace in the words of their nabi

"God is with the patient" is their anthem
while roaming ghosts towns
children with frowns passing fantoms
the IDF still continues to shell and tank 'em
"Kill first and let God rank 'em" the words of a man
at the rank of commander, his name is Krauss
destroyed the whole town no need to thank him, its on the house
thinks he's strong until the resistance proves him wrong
got cold feet like a salamander
they smack a wanker and blow up his tanker
forced, "retreat!" they plead
left children to bleed
got blood up to their knees
but still they beg at the feet of the bankers for cash
the ones in Washington who collect from the tax-payer's ass
supplying them their weapons stash
focus the masses on the new year's bash
try to keep it hush, no fuss, so they pay the crap-layers cash
to hide the facts and the acts of the slayers
still giving the axe to the slayer, whispering "shock & awe"
their fatal flaw - they forgot that God is greater!

Playa I get on wax to attack the crap of a sooth-sayer
Anti-Christ, predicting doom for my nation but never contemplating
his own assassination by a man who is brown like a Haitian
temptation keeps them astray that's his mission
he divides the nations like nuclear fission
until a man comes along to unite them all with clear vision
you see its an inequation cuz Jesus is missing
here's to the mahdi's appearance I'm wishing
forces of good, mortal kombat on that ass fatality "FINISH HIM"
quick with sin til the sun rise from the West and finish them
Judgment Day's here to stay but in vain we'll pray
to be taken away from sinners' bay and rejoice with those
who profit from the prophets on winners' day
homie don't play, sometimes I can't believe the things I say
Lord take me away from all that's twisted and gay
make my earthly life a righteous stay
and to Paradise show me a way"
Ameen I say while praying
over your hearts my words hold sway.