aight, juss got home from work and typed it up quick...bout to party..
anyways....Topic: "Terrorist Mindstate"
I made it short and sweet!!!
Paradise opens its gates, 72 virgins approach/
allah plays his music and waits, hearing different versions and notes/
im surrounded by my fate atlast, untill i awake in the past/
A vivid flash back begins, the second i take the task/
The quarans pages flip rapidly, i stare into the sky and freedom stares back at me/
the path that we choose to take, will make things the way they have to be/
a grenade rolls into my dining room, the star of david on it/
the attacks should have stopped weeks ago, i guess they broke there promise/
my mother and sisters hagabes go flying, shrapnel strikes my cheek/
we was just sitting down to eat, now my family pronounced deceased/
i survive the explosive fury, but left with nothing to live for/
I search for a religious leader, to give my self to this war/
I realized innocense is no match for ignorance/
my motive is my mothers death, i still miss her since/
Dangaling lightbulb in the basement, clean shave, no signs of islam barely on me/
A troops boots and suite lay on the bed, my disguise as part of the isreali army/
Ripped packaging on the floor stamped "Hamas", utilities i was provided wit/
c-4, nails and a wire kit, once i complete my mission, my people will admire it/
im officially a walking dynamite, once i feel the time is right/
i will look for a perfect location, find it and strike/
a star falls, im reminded of life prior to this/
i pray on my knees, allah accepts my words as they vibe from my lips/
I step out into the city of david, scortching heat in jerusalem/
innocent people walking freely, not knowing wht ima do to them/
Fuck patience, i make my way in to a crowded bus station/
A perfect location, alot of civilians standin around juss waitin/
I inch in, get in perfect position, im living my last seconds/
An isreali troop straped wit c-4, we using masks as weapons/
Bissmehla Akmana Rahim I scream, thru my eye's the pain is seen/
Finger kisses the button, my blood paints the scene/
If previous attacks didnt catch yall attention, this blast should/
Guts rained on survivors, only a crater left were i last stood/
Allah reaches down, collects the limbs and wipes the blood/
This wasnt all just a religous war, but also a fight for love/