abolish the IRS

The internal Revenue Code or section 26 of the United States Code is slavery. It must be abolished. There is no freedom in the US if you have to report every penny ypu earn and can be thrown in prison if you don’t. If the IRS can seize your property, levy your bank accounts and can shut down your business. I’d rather live in the UK or Canada where there is more economic freedom

the smoke will be inhaled

 

burned

yearned

its not my concern if you failed to learn

you’ve been warned

its my turn

the smoke will be burned

the residue of death

psychological theft

the leafs of hell

it wont prevail

can’t you tell

no matter what we do

the smoke will be inhaled

when the smoke clears

empty fears

empathetic tears

pathetic peers

estranged for years

rearranged

daddies disappeared

while the enemy cheers

I’m like an empty can of beer

the smoke of nature

when demons are captured

controlled by this rapture

in the here after

every night

I end up in the same apartment

empty

alone

wishing I had someone

to hold in my arms

to spend time with

is pain and misery my destiny

will it haunt me forever

will I ever find true love

someone with me

to help me

together

Black holes

Some of these women

Are like black holes

Sucking everything in

Including your soul

They’re out of control

Vampires for a price

You have to pay for them

To evaporate your life

To suck you dry

They’re like trolls

A fist with ten fingers

A foot with ten toes

Don’t know which way to go

Lost

Confusion

Society’s institution

Turning tricks

Prostitution

That’s not the solution

Temporary economic satisfaction

The subtraction of the soul

A chemical reaction you can’t control

Its like a railroad with no tracks

Egg shells without cracks

The point of no return

Can’t come back

Black holes

The legion of doom

Rent them a room

You’ll find out soon

Your majesty

Your highness

I don’t want you to get mad at me

But your mind is

in an empirical tragedy

A travesty

Its gonna take a miracle

to get you out of this predicament

They’re digging for gold

In a sewer without a shovel

The hustle

Lips and thighs

Hips and lies

The truths disguise

You’ll get your prize

Don’t be surprised

The consolation

These black holes

Will leave your mind froze

Your heart cold

They snatched my soul

And took it to bowl

When did these women

Become black holes?

 

copyright 2012 Marwan Fateen

Lookin’ For Love

 

Yesterday was my birthday

but I spent it the worst way

stuck between a rock & a hard place

I was thinking I wasn’t good enough

vernacular ain’t hood enough

spent my time and money

but wasn’t good enough

the girl used me

psychologically abused me

she left me for somebody else

she said: she only mess with top notch men

who roll in Cadillacs and Benz

on 22″ rims

but we can be friends

when I saw her get in

my heart sunk right in

I know what he told her

when that Cadillac rolled up

he made you feel special

in ten minutes he met you

said we can go far

if you get in my car

sold her a dream and promised the world

equipped with diamonds and pearls

now she’s up in his bed

giving love, giving head

then he dropped her off

and he never called

she’s looking stupid messed-up

dream deferred

because the lie was dressed-up

she was looking for love

she almost tasted it

different men, different cars

different faces

she chased it

now she gotta face it

what she had a first was good

but she wasted it

Her friends told her

there’s more fish in the sea

she can find better than me

and live lavishly

she need a baller

so she can live for free

and have everything

that she couldn’t from me

I tried to call her

she wouldn’t listen to me

didn’t want nothing from me

he can do it better than me

now she’s scratching and itching

she don’t realize what’s happening

that dude gave her the business

I’m not smiling or lausghing

I’m talking about STD’s

I’m talking about HPV

and those DVD’s

when she came back to me

I told her I’m sorry

I don’t mess with those floozies

hoodrats skizanks and loosies

kept looking like Lucy and Vicky

she wanted to be like Nikki

you reaped it now sow it up

wanted to drink it

now pour it up

this is life that you’re messing with

and I had enough

we  suffered pain for it

I stayed true to the game for it

they got a name for it

I was looking for love

I almost tasted it

let you in to discover my secret places

you erased it

now I must replace it

realities of life

we gotta face it

she said: Don’t buy the cow

get the milk for free

in a couple of years

you’ll be just like me

no family or friends

my reality

baby mommas the drama

you don’t know who’s the daddy

one night stands

if only I can do it again

don’t look for birds in the bushes

if there’s one in your hands

I thought the grass was greener

but it’s not

don’t give them all that you got

they will use you

your priceless precious goods

they will abuse you

without commitment

your mind is you benefit

people come and they go

but do they benefit?

I don’t think so

stop looking for love

but I’m open-minded

I know love exists somewhere

we just gotta find it

 

copyright 2011 Marwan Fateen

Being

 

Because I’m a Black man

I must be a criminal

subliminal

but all I do is exist

people focus too much on doing

when you do

you use your flesh

all you gotta do is be

that’s when you use your mind

more than the flesh

the difference between checkers and chess

I feel like an alien

alienated from society

isolated from reality

the only one who understands

the only one who sees the plan

on the planet Earth

mental captivity

prisoner since birth

with these human beings

I’m just a being

being

while you’re trying to become

what I AM

chief amongst men

duty and obligation

administration

mental, spiritual, physical exploration

without hesitation

gyroscopic energy rotating the object

that’s my creation

when you be

you live according to your principles and creed

 

Woke up this morning

threw on my flesh

triple darkness

triple death

the physical is the last frontier

when there’s nothing left

headed to those unknown realms

after death

I manifest

I’m an alien

spiritual flesh

the speed of thought

It wont get caught

or get taught

but its sought

rotate your mind

or get left behind

press rewind

stop throwing pearls to swine

its your time

its a conspiracy

to keep us all in line

connect the dots

and read between the lines

 

copyright 2011 Marwan Fateen

His-Story

 

In the city where the gods and goddesses dwell

perpendicular to heaven, parallel to hell

ancient creeds, ancient seeds, ancient deeds

where you must have knowledge & truth to succeed

where my people, folks, & comrades call home

gangstas, scholars, revolutionaries roam

Chicago…..long way from home?

live for God or you won’t last too long

that’s what I told Tone

but he didn’t listen

got caught up in the game

and he came up missin’

learned his lesson

no more disrespectin’

humbled his spirit

first he didn’t wanna hear it

got jacked, locked up, beat then shot

now the block is too hot

can’t sell his rocks

they smiled in his face

but when he turned his back

the people he associated with stole his pack

his girlfriend left him

his homeboys left him

he’s all by himself

life is just messed up

NOW…he wanna change his life

lived for satan…and he paid the price

the vice, the dice, the liquor ain’t cool

but at the end of the day, who’s the real fool

now whats left to do

got nothin’ to lose

time to choose

got somethin’ to prove

what to do

walk in these shoes

leave the game….

or stay “true”

……………….

what would you do?

 

He eventually chose to change his life.. now he’s back

stuck, knocked off track

with questions…

should he get a job or go back to crack?

the lesson…

not too many options with a felony conviction

took probation because it seemed like the best option

if it wasn’t for drugs he’d be cool

now he gotta wait three years to get in school

financial aid don’t honor drug charges

coulda been a pimp or robber and been better off

tried to give up the life

the drugs, the dice and vice

but its hard when you can’t find a job

a decent wage of pay

they keep telling him crime don’t pay

but it seems being straight don’t either

prejudice, stereotype, discrimination

at least the block has equal opportunities

your hustle, skills, game and heart

was all you needed to succeed

now its your record, clothes, look and manners

that don’t allow you to proceed

everywhere he goes in the city, there’s enemies

they don’t care if he changed

the people he robbed, beat, shot and mobbed

all remember the things he did, the gangs

he shoulda made a mends before doing the right things

because your past will always catch back up with you

tried to join the consciousness movement

but when its time to move, he avoid certain hoods

they’re forcin’ him back to a wall

his mind is changed but his heart is still there

will he fight himself or his ememies

no one will ever know

they chewed him up, spit him out

now he’s on his own with nothing

you fall, get up and move on

that’s the life of hustlin’

the one’s he wronged are all memories to him,but their people remember

and when they see him its on

so was the life worth it when you can’t even come home?

can’t even be good, can’t even live in peace

what’s in it the streets, no peace for you or me

shoulda listened when I first tried to tell him

things probably woulda turned out better

but now he learned the hard way

I hope his enemies don’t get him

hope things turn out well him

because there’s always a better day….if he choose a better way….

 

He got car notes, rent, child support

got fines in court

yet he don’t even have a job

how is he supposed to maintain this life

without being expected to rob

you closed the doors in his face,put your hands on the mace

blocked every chance he had to do good

you wonder why people like him are stuck in the hood?

they’re no good, no misunderstood. shut out from society

you, the president, the schools, everyone all lied to me

you waited ‘til his life was hell, dead or gone in jail

before you decided to show interest.

by then its too late,

now you’re paid back with interest.

the people he wronged will get him

if not, God will get him, if not, his own actions will get him

but you don’t get him.

if he don’t make things right today

his children won’t have a bright future to stay

its better that he don’t look back and focus on all their future

and pray

 

copyright 2010 Marwan Fateen

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