Archive | November 2012

in a rush

sometimes we do things because we really understand what it means. but sometimes we just do it out of love, anger, sympathy or just wanting to feel the excitement—namely our emotions. example?

people gathering and doing a demo in front of the station, embassy or any other public place. how would you feel? i bet every passerby would be curious to find put what’s happenin’ ‘aite?

same thing goes for trying to boycott israel’s products and companies. some do it because they really care for palestinians and understand the need to fight back and help. not because of religion, or hatred towards the opposition, but out of respect and because it’s the only humane thing to do. other’s are boycotting because of anger. but a friendly reminder from me, God never taught us to hate others because of their wrongdoings BUT we’re supposed to hate the actions.

so, before you do anything, ask yourself, what am i doing here? am i really here for the people or just wanting to feel like ‘oh, i was there, you guys shoulda seen me shoutin my lungs out~’.

just my two cents, hence no editing. gotta go, have exams tomorrow!

Something Wonderful

Something wonderful…
To chase it all away
For the women of the world, because women are the world
Mixing my emotions… to close the bad again
I’m just letting you know…
I’m tryna be a good man I can’t speak for the others
Know the saying heaven lies at the feet of your mother
Mine showed me the definition of hard work and
Smiles through her tears even though her heart’s hurting
Speaks her mind and never ever bites her tongue
I guess today you can say I’m just like my mum
Great grandmother was in Beirut in ’82
In a flat when it got invaded by Israeli troops
Sleeping in the hallway for shelter from the bullets
And that’s why I’ll always respect her to the fullest
Physically gone, all memories are kept in a picture
In Baghdad my nan slept with a Beretta in her slipper
You’re judged as a man by everything you amount to
And the respect that you show the women around you
So think about that stuff when you diss her
That’s somebody’s daughter, somebody’s mother and somebody’s sister
Something wonderful…
To chase it all away
Mixing my emotions.. to close the bad again
I’m not claiming to be perfect I know what a curve is
But a woman’s worth isn’t just on the surface
I see too many young women craving affection
Degrading themselves for a male’s attention
I know it’s love that you’re certain that you felt
But messing with these different guys you’re just searching for yourself
Would it whore-ish to boast how high your score is
When a man does it, a player is what you call him
What if it’s all just lies when she talks to guys
Displays promiscuous ways like it’s all alright
Would it make you squirm if the tables turned
Is that really what it would take to make you learn
You’re judged as a man by everything you amount to
And the respect that you shown the women around you
So think about that stuff when you diss her
That’s somebody’s daughter, somebody’s mother and somebody’s sister
I said think about that stuff when you diss her
That’s somebody’s daughter, somebody’s mother and somebody
Something wonderful…
To chase it all away
For the women of the world, because women are the world
Mixing my emotions
I’m just letting you know…

Something wonderful…
To chase it all away
Mixing my emotions.. to close the bad again
Certain things are too deep to put in a verse
Let me apologise to every single woman I’ve heart
Or disrespected whether family members or ex’s
I wanna make amends for however I left it
Men make them, but the women get harmed in wars
I pray for a heart as pure as Assata Shakur’s
We put them down on the pedestal we should put them
Behind every good man, there’s a good women
Betty Shabazz lost her husband to the handguns
And lost her life when her house was burned down by her grandson
Capila saw her father murdered when the hammers passed
So I feel her pain when she tried to murder Farenga
You’re judged as a man by everything you amount to
And the respect that you shown the women around you
So think about that stuff when you diss her
That’s somebody’s daughter, somebody’s mother and somebody’s sister
I said think about that stuff when you diss her
That’s somebody’s daughter, somebody’s mother and somebody

Something Wonderful-Lowkey