My Jihad Lyrics & Chords By Abu Nurah

what's the fronting for son?
sooner or later than later this life is going to gone
bump your block and your area code
haven't you heard these days i'm operating in guerilla mode
switched off cnn crushed the remote in my hand
picked up the qur'an to read about the martyrs' end
what's my path time to chose it
life is use it or lose it
sunday night's when the blues hit
pictured a rose withered so i picked up the pad
and scribbled some prose my mind froze but my hand quivered
got an idea to make a quick buck
didn't bother to jot it,
i'm still broke so i must have forgot it
night of power phenomenon
during the last days of Ramadan
first to believe i pray that i'm the last to run
absent these days is bravery without a gun
had 2 daughters without a son God gave us another one
i'm sick of nonsense hypocritical rulers
we sit and do nothing about the harm that they do us
i live in the US but everyday i think of leaving this nation
the umma was founded when the order came for migration
My Jihad is up to me
struggle in Allah's cause to be free
My Jihad is up to me
going to war with the pen so you could bring your army
coming with lyrical ammunition from a position
deep underground to avoid the enemy rounds
asymmetrical blood pounds inside the ventricles
keeping it steady with the trigger finger i'm ready
manifest destiny historically got the best of me
clampled the umbilical i only grew to be cynical
colonialism distorted the mechanism
divide and conquer methodology evil psychology
dropping bombs with impunity wanting security
fairy tales for citizens who suffer from innocence
keepin it skeptical inside my skull is an arsenal
so i lay waste every adversary i bury
materialism your idol mentally suicidal
rebel militia mujahideen on a mission
My Jihad is up to me
struggle in Allah's cause to be free
My Jihad is up to me
going to war with the pen so you could bring your army
drop it collossal some say abstract like Picasso
never debate the ignorant cuz it's not worth the hassle
just give 'em the message say peace then i'm out
content was on point so i never needed to shout
struggle on many fronts in as many ways
took it underground no doubt sometimes i miss the sun's rays
weary of those who open their wallets to pay us
next thing you know they peg us as collaborators
key is to stay independent give our lives to defend it
a mystery to the weak only the strong comprehend it
strapped with the truth so I didn't wear the explosives
lyrics akin to swords so don't confuse them with roses
i wasn't born in the Deen i'm one of ones who chose this
spit it in small amounts just to prevent overdoses
My Jihad is up to me
struggle in Allah's cause to be free
My Jihad is up to me
going to war with the pen so you could bring your army