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Devils favorite things

How can people want rights but they aren't right
While working in the daylight with souls bright as night
The creator shall judge the judges, The evil deserves evil
Good people will get what is equal to their actions
And immoral skin passions have fatal lessons 
God has a scale where He weighs & sits 
Because everything has equal opposite
We selfish to others but hold our nose when they sell theirs
And not giving pardons while expecting God’s cares
And blessings while leaving others with our bee stings
Now turn to your devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir 
But with an evil song you desire 
So retire before you join the hell fire.

To be right there's no wrong, the righteous are morally strong
You need more than calcium to be the backbone of society
While society breaks you, to makes you. Surprisingly,
The -able are ignorant and unstable 
Unable to add-up in the moral table
Telling fables of multiplication while being divided
Trying to add reasoning in facts provided
Their individualism is subtracting from the fold
Being percentages of a percentage, losing the stronghold
False foundation told about a “Doomed Youth”
While the witty wise horde the fake truth
As the truly righteous shake their head and sings
Go ahead with the devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir 
But with an evil song you desire 
So retire before you join the hell fire.

The battle of truth lies in the beheading of lies
The Righteous must write us 
For justice to be just to us and right us
Bleeding thoughts to think, words to ink
Carving insight to push sanity to the brink
Punching Intel, in mind, for knowledge to sink
Unfold stories consoled foretell tails told
Today's prophets profit profits with souls they forfeit
Crumbling towers with warped foundations
Ripping families but cursed lives they’re facin’
Losing the troubleshooting; uprooting with a booting
Bearing false fruits flawed brings
Now play with your devil’s favorite things 
Praying to join the heavenly choir 
But with an evil song you desire 
So retire before you join the hell fire.

Copyright © siza sibiya | Year Posted 2013

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BLACK STREGNTH

In believing there is seeing
And a hope of understanding
That black strength is power
Of our black brother and sister put together
As they carry forever 
As one kind of race
Putting many minds in place
Commanding, demanding
With the most high respect
And pride intact.
Demonstrated: 
By high knee and clenched fist in the air
Motivated:
By a loud cheer,  "ASIBASABI!"  
We don't fear them!
Taking obstacles as they come
Crying,  "WE SHALL OVER COME!" 
'Cause the district where they are from
Is where poverty reign
Being the kingdom and domain
Where they'll remain
And that is why I'm saying
BLACK STRENGTH! 

Copyright © siza sibiya | Year Posted 2013

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Paranoia

Paranoia: short circuit to madness
Walking around freely,
Yet our minds are in straitjackets
All these voices & choices
Will offer mental hazards
Control your action
As thought misfire accident
Check your medical aid
Before the consciousness blockade
Check your sense, in reality, 
While your brain cells are in casualty
As you stand in crowds
You mind is gathering clouds
They see you while you are in "ICU"

Copyright © siza sibiya | Year Posted 2016

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LONG LIVE THE BRAVE

To the forgotten soul that have ever lived For their families they have lost, a new nation conceived For their ashes scattered, one blood they bleed Blessed by their stories told and memories grieved Loved for their battles lost and wars achieved Their cowardice disregarded but courage believed Their fears covered by their bravery revealed Their sorrow wept, their lives appealed With their bodies torn, one nation they weaved One anthem they sing for lives they screamed In the doom of battles darkness a ray of hope they beamed As our last line of defense, this is how they lead Now count the numerous grains of shapeless sand In the war-torn widow’s hand, understand her internal misery As every mournful tear, they wept is not a locked mystery ‘Cause every jagged grain is a lost memory This simple gesture is a constant ministry That the young blood perishes but the old bones live to tell the tale The more they ask why, the harder the grave fail To cover the brave As they salute, march and wave Not knowing so sorrow they will cave With their blood, they will pave And our salvation they'll save Now on our hearts, they'll engrave “WITH OUR LIVES WE GAVE” Now we say: “LOVING LIVE THE BRAVE!”

Copyright © siza sibiya | Year Posted 2013

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Who is this

Who is this? 
A lyricist who does not want to be dissed?
Parliament pissed 
But I have said: “crunchy but crisp”
But this is one true lyricist. 
Check me out and listen to this:

These are words of a man dormant too long 
Listen to my awakening and hear me roar 
‘Cause like volcano I spit pure lyrics that be my lava 
Radiate pure heart that is my wisdom 
Ruling the righteous kingdom 
Ooh! Mental implosion, internal explosion
Making me to rumble for undivided attention 
And mental stability 
From now until eternity 
Like the holy trinity

This is  
A lyricist who does not want to be dissed?
Parliament passed 
But I have said: “crunchy but crisp”
But this is a one true 
Check me out and listen to this:

“Consciousness: 
A combination of thoughts and feelings 
Put together as a whole,” unquote.
These are words of a lyricist 
Who is a venom-ist but a visual-ist
At hard, rock vividness
“With strength stronger than the devil”
That be venom 
But kids I am not a rapper or an M.C. 
But I am tight enough to say 
If I were a rope around your neck I would be choking
But I am not joking 
‘Cause I oversee like Mosses split the sea 
As the M.C. battleground dissect itself from the toes up
That is why:

I am a lyricist 
The one does not want to be dissed?
Parliament passed 
But I have said: “crunchy but crisp”
‘Cause I am one true lyricist. 

Copyright © siza sibiya | Year Posted 2013

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RESPECT LIFE

Hearing distant cries, Hope you hear my demise The deceased fight a battle, recognize Armageddon heven began to rise, Evil had no disguise, Man idolize the warning of the wise About the valley of the beast, Where the red moon set east And 360 degrees of brutal murder-ies All in horror, torture, scorcher at least Rebuked and punished for peace Murdered by the beast and the deceased The living were in mad pain, Making labour pain feels like a migraine. Seeing Sadam Hussein, Beating himself with a thorned cane; Limbless Hitler crying: “Putain! Putain!” ‘Cause the pain is insane, More chaos came: The Holocaust Campaign Felt thunder in rain; saw lighting in flame, Murdered the lame brain as a laughter reign Of man three numbers meant his name. Who’s to blame? J.C. didn’t die in vain but man lost his fame For His sins, felt the shame, My mind’s slain, In picturing, I can’t contain but complain That if I were you … I’d start prayin’

Copyright © siza sibiya | Year Posted 2013

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POVERTY MY WIFE

This is a rat infested; flea bitten, trash seeking, concrete hardened, Winter frozen, nose closing stench I call life. Poverty my wife: Ash my nourishment; paper my blanket; disorder my order; Sewage my water; concrete my mattress; streets my room No-one is who I am Living to see another day my plan Been all over the place but still the same street Cracked the hardest sole by the greater feet, Which though winter or summer bring the strongest cold? BUT YET SO BOLD To crack a smile of serenity, freeing me, peacefully Un-comprehended but well complemented But can’t dare to share it With my enemies: the rich; the government; the wealthy I salute you poverty, there were not supposed to be Don’t they know the richer they are the poorer I become I know that I’m black but poverty is where I’m from They may get richer in rand but I’ve got more in cent Common and the ones jingling in my pants That’s why I say: “This is a rat infested; flea bitten, trash seeking, concrete hardened, Winter frozen, nose closing stench I call LIFE.” POVERTY MY WIFE

Copyright © siza sibiya | Year Posted 2013

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WORD

The blessing of words and melody to dance
For the study of knowledge in the widest sense
From the Greek ancient lies philosophy
With a human’s true love, wisdom and self-mastery

The trusted empowered with beliefs revealed through
The respect and salutes from the knowledge to continue
The natural dialect through the triumphs poured, in general, 
With the judgment for study, time stood without apparel

The light of ideas intoxicated the mind
Love languages were seen but now blind
The recent blessings are only lost lessons
But the flattery of time is nothing without history's essence

The wisdom of the ancient, lost in times, cried
The virtue of intellect’s pride died
The punishment received by the unborn
Was crystallized by the living in scorn

As acts cast in stone without rebuke
Where the shameful pages of the Living Book
In which illumination seemingly to dwindle at the source
That is when the darkness smiled without remorse

The enlightened were not bred anymore
They were refined in the ray of hope they saw
Changing life into their own prospect
Intellects now were left without respect

Compassion was the order of the day
That is how they lost how to pray
Without advice, they had to sacrifice
At that price blood would only suffice

In order for deeds were to be redeemed
The beauty of human goodness was creamed
A sight of goodness careened & crashed
The first war of good versus evil clashed

Man asked for something great from the Almighty
But he chose to punish them with un-repayable mercy
Due to the debts of their spiritual bankruptcy
A pure soul was payment for the morally guilty

This is the knowledge radiated through many relations
In hope to inspire provocative revelations
That no matter what conclusions, assumption or judgments
In this borrowed time we live in, our souls will be payment

Copyright © siza sibiya | Year Posted 2013

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Who am I

Who am I? I’m root of a race and a culture A lover not a fighter Call me Weed… Call me Spliff… Call me Ganjah The tree that bears the fruits of Jah I’ll clear your mind like water Free you from you mental corner Out of your sorrow, I’ll give you laughter Take you high to see your master Maybe converse with your creator Make you feel in this universe, you are the centre In the drunken world, I’ll make you sober Make unstoppable like a supernova Give you the world when it’s all over Mentally sinking? I’ll make you a swimmer Can't you fly right now? I’ll make you a drifter In this speeding world, I’ll make it slower Do you wonder? How to be a traveller? Because I’m the transport to mental China Only luggage you need is a lighter Only Passport you need is a Rizzler Tell your Mama and Papa that you’ll see them later Follow me and soon you’ll see that I am Marijuana!

Copyright © siza sibiya | Year Posted 2013

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THEM

Cast in stone and written in blood Are the ideals of a lost nation? Paving the returned ashes of the ancients Their patience wore thin by the actions of the passionless Armed in tools for a journey with no set direction But their steps forward Matter to no particular purpose but a means to no end Instead to destruction Is their surrounds with earth shattering sound to deaf ears In the hope That the blind see and fear the renowned vision of tears And overcome by what comes over With a supernova of banished spirits carving out time In hope to expose The sickened seconds and momentary minutes into hours Those who have powers Will note the swinging vote they wield Those who are in this field Have only the word as a shield Blood spilled and dead, limp, bodies Will be served on the far vision Multiple weaponry Will be the cutlery of the day's dishing From the table view, only red is seen Because all that within is left on the scene Those who were framed in this picture Can only refer to the Revelations of scripture Those who were in erratic panic Had to mirror the ignorance that of "Titanic" How can men put their belief in false security? As survivors of today were fooled by the hope of tomorrow Let’s not borrow the bravado of a lost society Because Christianity is the true model we should follow.

Copyright © siza sibiya | Year Posted 2013

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