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مالك

Malik, Maleek, Malek or Malyk (Arabic: مَالِك or مَلِك) (Urdu & (Persian): مالک) () is a given name of Semitic origin. It is both used as first name and surname originally mainly in Western Asia by Semitic speaking Christians, Muslims and Jews of varying ethnicities, before spreading to countries in the Caucasus, South Asia, Central Asia, North Africa and Southeast Asia where most users are Muslim. Several Semitic language traditions such as Hebrew and Aramaic use its homonym and other different versions of it. In Arabic, Malik (Malek) مَالِك means owner, and Malyk (Malyeek) مَلِك means king. Its homonym, though other sounding, Moloch also means king or lord in Aramaic (which also uses 'Malek' and 'Malik', as in Assyrian Neo-Aramaic), as does the Modern Hebr… more »

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Verse 1:
Closer to my dreams I can picture myself
With visions of palm trees, calm seas for my health
Tangible as concrete, I defeat those
Antagonistic thoughts that tend to oppose
And those...
That pose as foes
For all my dreams
For all my goals
Indubitable lifestyle is what I chose
Where my life goes...
Only GOD knows
Where the ink flows...
Only the pen knows
Matures and grows
On paper that the notebook holds...
I tend to drift, with the gift
Pray throughout my day
I may resist, to shift
My position, take intermission, from program
Away from the turf servin'
Swervin' in a Brougham
Common faces that paces
Up and down boulevards
Livin' this Cali life is considered as""hella"" hard
When you're living amidst the struggle
Where common folks juggle
And lost souls hustle
I remain the same
Stay true to virtue
Maintain my mind frame
Cause the game will hurt you
Unless you treat it with the same respect
Expect no changes unless you change your aspect
(huh)
So now I listen when speak to you
My words flew, what they knew
Though few
Soul grew

Verse 2:
My thought pro-cess considered as vintage
In digital times with traditional pillage
I'm amazed I made it out of my village
Where the po-po's and the po-pimps
Play in scrimmage
Pops told me:
""Idle hands are a workshop...
...for the devil, be careful, never let work stop""
So I practice, training on a campus
Young Rembrandt painting on a canvas
Dreams of success, I must confess
Somehow forget how I'm already blessed
Somehow suggests how Im already stressed
Ripped from the breast
My whole life has been depressed
Pops surpassed the triple bypass
We couldn't see Leukemia coming with eyeglass
Learned that life is just a cloud of smoke
I put my faith into my prayers
Easy comes the yolk

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