blakstone - Darkdayz - Close 2 me

WG Reporting

Yesterday I was dreaming I dreamt of The State we made, a place with purpose and meaning. I saw my people they were smiling not grieving, I saw our kids they were safe they were breathing. It felt nice can't describe the feeling, saw their eyes not a tear they were clear and gleaming. It was steaming hot still we filled the spot, the sun melting pots dark dayz forgot. And no more talk of war and of bombs to drop, under Allah's Shade and Shield and fearing not. No more bleeding due scheming dogs on thrones, whom plot with foes to spread woes, the stench of rot. And that's how it's supposed to be. I look around and all I see today is poverty and misery from systems ruling over me with blasphemy.

Their tool kufur rule it's a catastrophe when these dastardly thugs and punks they rapidly bunk from wars upon our shores but have the spunk to fight the poor; a tragedy they front parade our guns but non would blast for me. Instead they blast at me our blood is cheap it seems, under-siege for the life we lead. So we dream and hope constantly that we won't succumb like some become the ones who wait complacently for the Mahadi to come. No way no how that's not for me believe we rise right here and now. And break our backs to bring it back. And pray and bow oh Allah save us now, we made a pact to pay them back. 75 Swords pledged to lay them flat its time to act. Dark Dayz made our shoulders broader, offer the sun the moon no turning back. I told you we're Soldiers!

AWAW Reporting

It ain't easy trying to write these rhymes; describe my life, in times immersed in hate for mine, can you relate? These Kaffir love to see us cry. I keep a straight face smile when the cops go by because they hate me. My name is enough for arrest. Its like a game to these Kaffir play with daily threats they know they can't maintain, Taghut, right now they run it but these thugs don't own the hood. The world is ours. You and I live and die for Deen, we share the same hopes, it seems we cope with the same foes and cling to the same rope, Mustaqeem. We walk the same path and we graft for the dream. You know, we trying but sometimes its hard. My generation inherited it charred and scarred and now we fighting. It's a global attack. The prophet fought the Jahliyah but they bringing it back with jets and tanks. A battle for our hearts and minds, they wanna erase the sunnah and Kitab combined. We know it's a faze, the promise, that was already made, Your last favour, delivered and appropriately named; now defamed Ya Allah! They're strangling your Deen, ya Rahim, ya Hakim, ya Ghaffar. I got sisters getting raped in Jail. The pearls of this world, curled into balls unveiled and defaced. Abdallah's getting maimed and slain and sent home to his mother in a plastic case. And she don't even recognize his face and her next son's already taken up his place. Our leaders are a disgrace, that's why we working hard everyday for the State. And make no mistake, we made a covenant, that ain't gonna break, to make this deen the most dominant for Allah's sake.