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Black Hearts
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Ilyas Mao
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They tell me Brother don’t rap, you sound to black Fool I am black and Muslim that’s a fact Melanins like a sin to these men and they kin Brown like cinnamon, killing dem with these synonyms Rarrr, here we go again, black male getting black mailed, cycle never ends And don’t you pretend that I am your friend But behind closed doors, I’m your Abd, try again Ha, you brothers really kill me, talking 1 ummah, but you don’t even see me Or greet me, try and send you peace, you don’t repeat Pleasе when I speak, I’m a Muslim beliеve me And no I’m not a convert, we was into Hijra when you was into idols I don’t need your permission to believe In this Deen, we don’t preach the superiority Of a colour only creed and your deeds If you read you would see and agree unity is the key We are one body, a sum of its parts And I’d rather have black skin than a black heart Well Black and Muslim huh? Such a phenomenon Must be common law Treated differently in all the mosques Or should I call them masajid Singled out like masjid Y'all daughters are attracted like magnets Parents told y'all don't play with the black kids Y'all sell cigs, alcohol in hoods then count chips Having light skin, then Masha Allah, but the darker we get is it astagfirAllah? Huh, Viewed as slaves until we speaking Arabi Then approached with open arms but done so carefully Man I need some answers please If we starving then let us eat The garbage we have to see No zakat for us blacks Claims that we're bad No trace or path Y'all have no isnaad Allahul mustaan Please speak on that Cuzz I'm trying to snatch Each and all yall hasanaat Huh, Killing us black Libyans too Claimed we're foreign mercenaries such a piteful move Just wanted blood shed and scars Play ya part I rather have black skin than a black heart Racism is a disease and it flows like the sea Some of you is in denial trying to paddle up this creek Why looking down on me, when we all came from tin Arrogance is the sunnah that you learned from Iblis Facts coming, Son of a black woman Stop Judging, focus on loving, your braids Fades or waves it’s all the same Every face, shade or race don’t be ashamed Think I came from slaves, I came from prophets Kings and Queens, Mujahiddin and martyrs Gave you scholars, from Timbuktu to Mansa Musa Malcolm too, respect these roots Bleach my skin for who? Fool, Black is beautiful man I thought you knew And every cuticle was designed by who? Al Khalaq, Al Musawwir ain’t that the truth And ain’t that the proof, for the hearts that are hard And The Rusted and charred cause they far from Allah And I’m Coming hard, telling you from the start I’d rather have black skin than a black heart
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