Letter to Mariam Rap Version

Letter to Mariam (Rap Version)*

Yo Mariam, What`s up baby !!
They killed you the bloody bastards
Listen babe I know you are gone
This letter sure ain`t reachin` you baby
But hey listen hon
This dream of mine finds you in a heavenly garden
Surrounded by unknown sages and pirs
The rhythm of jazz in the background
You look happy, these guys are spoiling you like crazy
Aren`t they the Gods of the Greeks
So they do exist, bloody hell !
I ain`t giving moral preludes to no one
I ain`t gonna talk about love and revolt
I know my words ain`t mean shit to no one
My words will not change shit in this fked up world
My words will not reach you honey.
I guess there is no postage stamp to heaven
But Mariam my love, my baby, my child
You the angel in heaven, light of my eyes
Talk to the man in the long white beard,
The one standin` next to you
Tell him Mariam, tell him
To send the plague again, tell him to whip their sorry asses
Lighting on their big butts
Tell him to teach the bastards a great lesson
But who are those ‘bastards’ babe?

Let me introduce you to them my angel:
Les Bastards: Racist politicians of Israel, Corrupted Hamas, Corrupted PLO, US OF A BABY, and this Blair guy and his army. The King of Arabia and his cronies...etc etc

There are no angels left on this sorry earth baby
This is a sorry mess of all messes
But I get it, don`t you baby
The problem is this thing we call MAN !
Man is a torn being. A divided animal, beast and sage.
In his great show of love, he hides deceit
Wherever he exist, there is war
They all deserve a whipping I tell you
Before I take in this last shot of dope
Moral dictums not for me nada nada
But do one thing for me baby
Send me a sign from heaven
Throw me a flower from heaven, my angel of mercy
Anything, a breeze, a drop, a leaf, anything
Just got to make sense of this chaos we live in.
Peace.

MC ALI SEXOP, Rap artist, Bronx New York
*Copyright: Warner Bros