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lirik lagu black hearts – boonaa mohammed

[boonaa]
they tell me brother don’t rap, you sound to black
fool i am black and muslim that’s a fact
melanins like a sin to these men and they kin
brown like cinnamon, k!lling dem with these synonyms

rarrr, here we go again, black male getting black mailed, cycle never ends
and don’t you pretend that i am your friend
but behind closed doors, i’m your abd, try again
ha, you brothers really k!ll me, talking 1 ummah, but you don’t even see me
or greet me, try and send you peace, you don’t repeat
pleasе when i speak, i’m a muslim beliеve me

and no i’m not a convert, we was into hijra when you was into idols
i don’t need your permission to believe
in this deen, we don’t preach the superiority
of a colour only creed and your deeds
if you read you would see and agree unity is the key
we are one body, a sum of its parts
and i’d rather have black skin than a black heart

[orthodakhs]
well black and muslim huh?
such a phenomenon
must be common law
treated differently in all the mosques
or should i call them masajid
singled out like masjid
y’all daughters are attracted like magnets
parents told y’all don’t play with the black kids
y’all sell cigs, alcohol in hoods then count chips
having light skin, then masha allah, but the darker we get is it astagfirallah?
huh, viewed as slaves until we speaking arabi
then approached with open arms but done so carefully
man i need some answers please
if we starving then let us eat
the garbage we have to see
no zakat for us blacks
claims that we’re bad
no trace or path
y’all have no isnaad
allahul mustaan
please speak on that
cuzz i’m trying to sn*tch
each and all yall hasanaat
huh, k!lling us black libyans too
claimed we’re foreign mercenaries such a piteful move
just wanted blood shed and scars
play ya part
i rather have black skin than a black heart
[boonaa]
racism is a disease and it flows like the sea
some of you is in denial trying to paddle up this creek
why looking down on me, when we all came from tin
arrogance is the sunnah that you learned from iblis

facts coming, son of a black woman
stop judging, focus on loving, your braids
fades or waves it’s all the same
every face, shade or race don’t be ashamed

think i came from slaves, i came from prophets
kings and queens, mujahiddin and martyrs
gave you scholars, from timbuktu to mansa musa
malcolm too, respect these roots

bleach my skin for who?
fool, black is beautiful man i thought you knew
and every cuticle was designed by who?
al khalaq, al musawwir ain’t that the truth

and ain’t that the proof, for the hearts that are hard
and the rusted and charred cause they far from allah
and i’m coming hard, telling you from the start
i’d rather have black skin than a black heart

- boonaa mohammed

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