Gun Story

From out the house came Mr. Gat,
On his way to kill Mr. Black,
Hangin' on the corner was Uzi and Mack,
.44 Magnum revealed his strap,
Sawed-off came ready to peel a cap,
12-gauge rolled up and gave him some dap,
Drive-by busted off after taking his nap,
Tech-9 lured deuce-deuce to a trap,
.357 put his name on the map,
M-16 came ready to zap zap zap,
On the front door 9mm's tap tap tapped,
A.K.-47 started so much crap,
Whipped .38 pistol went whap whap whap,
While the ho hid a .32 on her lap,
Street sweeper started kickin' his gangsta rap,
While Blunt D. recovered from the claps,
Mr. Smith hit the freaks with a pimp slap,
And Wesson used his steel to rob the Gap.

Copyright © 1998 Aquil Aziz. All Rights Reserved.
Aquil_Aziz@yahoo.com

God Is A Black Man

I wrote this poem six years ago. People may get mad, but why can't I believe in and worship a God that I can identify with? I guess if I followed the line and give praises to old buttermilk boy who looks like he used some Clairol, then I'm cool because that makes you feel comfortable. However, I don't give a damn about what makes you comfortable. Anyone who condemns me for my belief can kiss my ass! And go to hell wearing a pair of gasoline drawz! So here's the piece, God Is A Black Man:

Yes I do believe that God is Black,
Why do you have a problem with that?
I can't have a God to identify with?
A God Who's Black; the Giver of gifts?
If I worshipped a God, buttermilk and white,
Then in your sight, it would be alright
Other cultures have Gods that looks like them,
But a Black God, you refute and condemn
You can't stand a God that looks like me,
But you'requick to persecute and strike me
Jesus was a Black man, you can't deny-it,
That buttermilk Jesus, this brother don't buy-it.
In the name of Jesus, your evil you flung,
We hear the word nigger rollin' off your tongue.
You sit in a rage, poised for an attack,
Just because I believe in a God that'sBlack.

Copyright 2000 Aquil Aziz. All Rights Reserved.
Aquil_Aziz@yahoo.com

Ignored Tragedies

People die everyday in Afghanistan and Iraq
And you devils cry about another on campus attack
Another college campus has met up with tragedy
Meanwhile, lives overseas are worthless and raggedy
The lives of Afghans and Iraqis never mattered
On the basis of lies, their lives have been shattered
So what if Cho Seung Hui made y’all scatter
And these are the same pigs that leave us bruised and battered
How in hell do you think other nations feel?
When an aggressor nation comes to their homelands to steal?
Today, 183 people were killed in Iraq by car bombs alone
But you cry foul just losing 34 of your own?
Look in the mirror America, stop playing deaf and dumb
Be prepared for more tragedies, with the worse yet to come.

Aquil Aziz Copyright 2007
Aquil_Aziz@yahoo.com

Piggy Pot Pie

Who is God? Whats His Name?
Whitey's the devil, I know their game
Snipe a cop and get some fame
Untamed, the glock rains on their brains
Unrestrained, the blood, guts and tear stains
Still I remain, focused and settled and trained
In the Name of Allah, you best to bring-it
Got your nightstick and I'm ready to swing-it
Once in a cage, now I'm in a rage
I got an MP, an AK and a loaded 12-guage
The result is another dead bitch pig
The trenches, the graves, get ready to dig
Stepped into the zone and the area's hot
Cop shot, seeking brutality, a bullet he got
It's a 1-8-7 on undercover cops and federal agents
Yeah, I knew they were posing as vagrants
Its a new day and I'm mad as hell
Hear piggy yell. . .shhhh!. . .I'll never tell.

Aquil Aziz Copyright © 2006

The Demise of Officer Rape-ya

Police pulled me over, you didn't know-that
Pulled out his handcuffs, I heard him say, "broke-back"
Feeling on his crotch he said, you will blow-that
Staring at my ass, I'm going to poke-that!

Confronted with the danger, this was my affliction
With thoughts of Ving Rhames bent over in Pulp Fiction
He said, I wouldn't bother you this day and time
But I'm in the mood, so your ass is mine
Faced with this situation, what the hell would you do?
Bend your ass over and let that pig hump you?
I chose option B, I reached for his gun
Now his soul is floating upwards to the sun
All this police brutality got me violent like 2Pac
Down in Atlanta, shootin' at those two-cops
I'm too hot, I don't give a damn about what you-got
Still quick to kill cops with an uzi and two-glocks.

Officer Rape-ya is lying prone on the ground
In a pool of his blood, don't know that he's down
Officer dead, can you explain this man?
Was this premeditated or was it God's Plan?

Copyright 2006 Aquil Aziz