Scorzayzee The Heart
When you got married I got married we was three
My first memory of mum and dad when I was three
It's the same word
But it's deeper than the rhyme itself
It's more for me and the kids crying out for help
They're too young to understand about life itself
It's the same word but it's deeper than rhyme itself
It's more for we
My sister born that made us four
Didn't have money but wasn't poor
Was innocent
Only thing I knew God made us all
My brother was born in a snowy winter storm
That completed five of us
Sometimes I wish I could go back and put that same time inside of us
Just for one second or maybe in the same picture
In the same room together at the same time
With all the arguing it's like I couldn't enjoy playtime
Didn't wanna come home was too young for all the stress then
I made a prayer that Jesus might bless them
They worked hard
And probably just needed a rest then
Talk about splitting up
Have little break
Seeing the family upset was too much
For my heart to take..
Too much for my heart to take
I don't wanna really go into the details
It's probably why I never trusted any females
I glad I found a woman
She never trusted men
The perfect match
I guess God let us trust again
The deep thing about divorce the kids don't get it
Writing is my counsellor I feel better now I've said it
Hamza Yusuf Quote “That writing should be towards the heart,in other words
The whole purpose of writing is to affect the heart
I feel better now I've said it
Hamza Yususf Quote “The understanding of that according to the muslims
Is the centre of the intellect..the centre of human consciousness is the heart
And not the brain itself”
With all the troubles in the world sometimes it feels better to let it go
I love my stepkids to death
But I wish their real dad will call every single day and just let em know
I guess adults mess the world up
It's a miracle we all started life curled up
No babies born a sinner
How can I hear a note out of key?
If I wasn't born a singer?
That's nature at its best
You won the fight
But you're still wrestling with stress
Anxiety
Looking at the sky thinking why I'm me
Where do I belong in this society?
Am I'm a self proclaimed leader?
Make ya self leader
Then people don't believe ya
They probably do you like kobo shot Caeser
Every fools a preachers and every kids a teacher
Let go of your ego you go deeper
But don't dig for dirt
You watched a man eat a burger
And missed the stain on your own shirt
Sometimes times it's better in your own words
Hamza Yusuf Qoute- “You see the heart is an extremely
Sophisticated organ and it's also (according to the Hadith)
Is a “source of knowledge”. The Prophet Muhammad
Sal la lahu alayhi wa salam said “That Wrong action is what irritates
The heart”
Can we love unconditionally?
People love religion but they lack something spiritually
I don't know if it's a lack of intelligence
Or the fact that they using God
As a disguise for arrogance
I wish God would bring back Bob Marley
I've sat with sufis I've sat with Wahabis
I've sat with hindus,christians, Jamaicans
Europeans
An all eye seeing
Was one potential nation
I look through facebook and see the all the difference's
Trying to figure out what it is in us
That make us flip so easy
Slip so it easy love money
Empty out a clip and turn sick so easy
We could grow food and live easy
I guess it's not that simple to ‘em
‘cus human beings surviving
Is big business to ‘ em
Alcohol, pharmaceuticals, rent money
Banks lend money then say somebody spent the money
Yeah another porsche stuck in bad traffic
I feel better now I've said it
I complained to God
I complained to My family
I complained to the tree's
I complained to the Last Prophet
Life was brutal and at some points unbearable
I complained to Buddah but that stone statue just sat and smiled
I complained to the stars but they aren't there any more
Life was both joyful and painful
I complained to the doctor's but they said "I can't prescribe that"
Life was easier for some and too harsh for many
I complained to myself in those times we get up and glanced in the ageing mirror
Life was an emotional and physical challenge
I complained in my dreams and was told the truth in my nightmares
Life was a gift and a curse in the same day
I complained about things out of my control as is my living right
The religious mocked and said "The fire waits for mankind"
The pious took on the pain with inner prayers of light and hope
All I had left was the water that splashed on my collar
As the tears fell onto dry soil
Depending on my outlook on life
I can give two side's to the coin flip of destiny
I witnessed television's tricks
I witnessed crime's
The bin's are full of our life
The earth swells with waste
We take, we plunder, we destroy
We rinse, we ask for more
We want, we need, we complain
We grab at straws hoping for a beam of good fortune
Health and well being became second
To that fake freedom the economy pressure's us with
Those with courage get beaten by the police
Those that take up arms become the world's most wanted outlaws
I take the last tablet they used to keep me down
I rise like the smoke from this bubbling volcano
Shaken by the earth with one last convulsion
All the riches and comforts of the future are false
So dip into your pockets and pull out the fluff
Enough is enough
Flatline fade out
Like ripples in a pond