For the men come soldiers. For the people on the streets when they weep with their peeps coffin deep on their shoulders. And for the young'un with the rock come boulders. For the feeble and the weak and the olders. Soon come - hold tight to the rope cus. Don't let'em get our own come between us. And for my sisters in the struggle stay bold cause it's on us – it's on us – it's on us.
AWAW Reporting
These are dark days and some ain't even trying to shine, they're taking what's mine and say I should be grateful and kind.You must be mad Monsieur Blair, you need to stay of that
wacky-backy you blagger, we don't fear that rubbish you chatting. Sheer attacking me, got me stacked up all against myself. Clever, never saw that one coming Shaytan works in stealth. Ever figure that when my enemy came for my health they'd send my own to murder me for slight increase in wealth. You're just some wanabe bollywood star playing a Czar ,tipsy on whisky at the bar that's you repertoire. Walahi criminals yakh, they want me begging in the gutter, they're smothering gunk on every syllable I utter. They Call me a Nutter. (shut up?) I swear bro they're butters and pull down the shutters. Cutters are bare sharp to stab us. These so-called "brothers" their lovers and their wives alike painting the black with the colours blue, red and white. Its like "Jump" and they don't even ask how high they're just leaping it might as well be for the sky. Oh me oh my lions and tigers and yellow brick roads, may Allah provide us or hide us from traitors and foes who stand in our rows making Salat to Allah, then its back to the bar to make plans like the Kuffar.
The design? To divide us, blind the strong and weaken up the engine, no more vorsprung durch technik. They let them speak but I can't be forthright. I'm banned while Imams go invite the Fourth Reich. Either you with us or you fear creation, made this Nation lead us in our congregation? Amazing! How they sold their souls to every John Gody and still bold as gold they quote one body. Lies, your alibis will feel the flame, fact. A pact made by criminals, lets name the game its all the same to those who've usurped the roles of speaking out on foes with their fiendish goals. The bahtil comes and goes but the truth remains and underpins the facts of the matter. Shame on those who claim to lead, whilst hiding truth. The Sunnah may be old but it moulds the youth.
AR/DPZ Reporting
Everyday its like the same all that change its the number, they shooting at close range all that remains is buried under. You see the lightning but now you hearing the thunder, forcing the people to ponder but the many times their rulers blundered, Our days are looking numbered, how many lives have been wrecked? How many people suffer? So what you expect my brothers gotta play tougher. You think the Middle East is sweet? Why there not enough food 4 them to eat. Your troops are in our streets trying to implement laws, of course we gonna die for the cause against illegal wars, with the force to unify the lands Presidents have got so much blood dripping from their hands. I ain't a moderate but I ain't an extremist, its the equilibrium you dont like, cause that's what the deen is.You must be blind if you don't see what's going on, it's ideological invasion UK to Lebanon.
WG Reporting
I see these cats in the Masjid wired and strapped to get believers arrested stabbing our backs with a knife hand-made by MI5. Infact its blade forged from hate in blood pacts with rats. New York New York wolves cry in sheep clothing. Jenin our scars our wide open - hoping truth wakes these fakes when God's words are spoken, but these fakes they take God's words as token gestures. And wash their bloody hands with soap and plug their mikes in government amps promoting lectures .To integrate the false with truth a mouthpiece for the Beasts our Prophet (SAW) fought with proof. And still they keep scoping corrupting our youth. In elections push voting your soul in a booth, that's red with blood, please do me favour, when Conservative pigs and New Labour enslave us. And Respect and Lib-Dems are carrots to tame us, for lame ducks with no self respect and aimless. Baghdad's ransacked now who the hell's gona save us. Killed our moms our dads brothers sisters and neighbours. Now they sit back, laugh and say they made a mistake when our children are sodomised in Abu Ghraib. And still you wanna poltically participate in nations that breed nothing but greed and hate. Snakes that breed fakes that guide to hell's gates, mosque pulpits built with secular brick and slate. Lords and MPs, bate scholars, police, ISBs MCBs configurations of these stand shoulder to shoulder feet to feet microphone in their holster warmly greet, believers with salams and outstretched arms then on the radio speak say our boys are British soldiers. And pray for them they do dua for these vultures that rape and pillage, plunder burn and torture, they lay for them, turn us prey for them. I'd rather die I swear to God than betray like them.
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