close my eyes hoping to see the sunlight
prayed to Allah hoping to outlast this bitter cold night
give me the foresight to cherish forgotten
at there death mark pass my respect to those I lost,
and in their spirit I’m empower by the volumes of yesterday
under the ink standing over the mirror views
hoping to catch a glimpse of ray
only to find myself in may
Standing before him I realize that I have strayed
Oh Allah, give me the strength to mend my ways
over the sins of my days
I hold the book of life , and glory be to you
the oneness of you do I testify
For all that you’ve given me,
How can I deny
My purpose in life should be only to cry

Abu AKA Kulmiye

________________PART I ____________________________

I was laying there relaxing
Nothing in particular on mind when
My cell phone stars to ring across the table
Just sit there and stare it —for a second
Finally got my ass up and answer it
It’s her;
I smile and scorn as I pick up
under the tune of her voice; words of music fall
she says I was on her mind in more ways than one,
thn I smile, feeling blissful with golden eye,
knowing the fact that I was sitting here a minute ago and
there was nothing not even the faint echo of a song in the air
I respond—- “I’m feeling a little anxious tonight.”
Her: “but I’m too far to go give you a fair taste?”
Me: I love when you peeping’ from afar,
but my love is more than the waves of your hips
and the vibe between your waist
Her: What you anxious about than?
Me: I think its bout time that I make you mine
Her: what you saying?

Me: there is this flame that keeps me burning
In the midst of my sleep
In the silence of my night
In the coldness of my early morning
Forever is what I want to give to you

Her: I have all this love waiting just for you
I just need to know if you have
the accurate price to make me right?

Me: this glory that keeps me warm
the lights inside the candles in my mind,
this fair luminous mist with nestled desire
my goal is loving you completely
Until; death du us apart.

Her: what about the currency to make it tight
I’ll cost you more thn four years of college price
anything with quality has heavy volume attach .

Me: feel me in — any way to compromise the depth
 ___________________________ PART II ___________________________

Her: sweetie I want my wedding to be seen —
Nation Wide, World Wide
“you got to compete if you want to claim me”

Me: Girl you getting beside yourself
Her: In which way?

Me: I’m not a Bill Gate
Her: It doesn’t take Bill Gate
to been seen at the prom-light

Me: The stars in your hypnotic eyes
tell me that you’ve been dreaming of me
the scars on your kind heart
tell me that you’re after my pocket coinage
Never deem we would be
it made me foresee,
a woman who takes me for me
you said our love was strong brick
But you want to milk my bank account
Yet telling me your love is moral deep

Her; You were always within sight…
I was blinded and mind grasping
the wallet cash
despite your silent cries for my care attach
celebrity style is my wicked habit Me:

You had me feelin we in the same line
but I see you in a different light
demanding like you own my account
calculating my investment for a brick house
trying to take control of my deliberation
calling snaps
Like your own pat
don’t mean to sound harsh but I demand respect sister
And there’re those days we don’t see things eye to eye just like every other two
but I guess it’s too late to compromise

Her: I dismissed your submission what is there I wouldn’t give?

Me: I notice the sign of your forehead
All I see are hollow eyes.
There is a mist in expression,
A mix of deception
gold-digger precision
engaging to produce a million figure
but I worth six-dollar brunette medal
Our rap session is over-
Goodbye
Pillion in the Greyhound
turmoil at the red-light—-
your money is down at the hoe prim-night

Well there ya’ll have it, phony cat, and production of fast-cash—

BY: abdul AKA kulmiye