Theys tap the Phone. Come raiding in the house at dawn With Their foul mouths and guns blaring. The barrel pointing at your head With your kids staring, scared for life and your wife Their Trying to hide Her Hair and Her swallow pride because she Is not Even dressed right. Where the Nizam When You enter a house With No Salam brothers? The intent to do harm HIM; Carrying books Is not A Crime Why the Firearm? Their Government crooks got hooks in the middle classes Spreading Their pranks and spying-through dark glasses Mukhabaraat em. Its deafening the silence, because nobody Speaks They Fear For the violence, it doesn't cease. In the Midst of all this, warriors speak Risk bread and Being slain; Promising changes, rearranging The world order, dark days are upon us THEY wont to fault. Upholding Our Honour while THEY face slaughter chicken head 'em from come Cowards like tap water, running. Succumbing When The West humming Come With tanks, Fear In Their breath. Turn the tables and watch 'em running, frightened to death. And yet THEY claim The Capacity to rule We the believing Society. We pay tribute to 'em That Were brothers kick-starters, The Revolution Began With You, now youre martyrs Insha Allah.
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Locked up cause you spoke up. For what, you now Said The haq THEY wana ruck, it sucks. Rulers That bow was najis rug fool us, They shut a mosque just to make a buck. Perpetrators of crime has caught With Their Hands In The Cookie Jar, turning homes Into slaughterhouses. A Cover Up At The high court charged With Thought. 20 Years is your time behind bars wrought With Hate For Every Man Who Says Lord Allahs. Prostrate They Call The Hangman. You Still Stand supplicate raise your hands cuffed. Its Gods plan hold your breath as The Baton land. Its all fate is Rahman. Just test your Remind yourself, recite calm your nerves a pay as your heart pounds in your chest. When its all worth it for a purse conseillers With purchase Beyond Earth. Al-Firdous The Purpose Of You and I, amplify Moumineen yo till we die. Mortify As They Still wish you wont cry, funny you got your progeny are standby. The agony of a cursed world, morality in a hearse and never ones to watch just stand by the Walaha, never ones to turn The Other Cheek. Proceed with your deeds you to Dethrone and unify. March your steeds To The Gates tyrants hold your own good command and forbid The Wrong for Deens sake. Wont be long just a furlong, cannot wait. We do dua That You stay strong. Now glorify! Takbeer AllahuAkbar!
