Muharram-1447

صيدة [ أيها الصَاحب العَجل ] 
أداء: الحاج باسم الكربلائي 
كلمات: الشاعر حسين العندليب 
التوزيع: ‏ميشال فاضل 
الهندسة الصوتية: ‏حسين نجم 
مونتاج: محمد عادل البلوشي 
1447 هـ 


أيها الصاحب العجل | الحاج باسم الكربلائي | محرم 1447 - 2025 م

جيدوم السرية | السيد عصام الهاشمي | يا عباس بزنودك سالم الله يعودك | محرم 1447 هـ 2025 م

نعيم الخدامة | محمد بوجبارة | محرم 1447 هـ 2025 م

أتنفس حسين | الشيخ حسين الأكرف - أحمد قربان | محرم 1447هـ 2025 م

الإعرابي | محمد بوجبارة | محرم 1447 هـ 2025 م

أوتار التكبير | الحاج باسم الكربلائي | محرم 1447 - 2025 م

ليالي محرمك | محمد الحجيرات | 1447 هـ 2025 م م

جيت أبلغك | محمد بوجبارة | محرم 1447 - 2025 م

أذاني فرقاك | محمد بوجبارة | محرم 1447 - 2025 م

رد لحسين روحه | محمد بوجبارة | محرم 1447 هـ - 2025 م

انه رايح | محمد الجنامي | اصدار محرم الحرام 1447هـ  2025 م

The Prison Ship Martyrs’ Monument in Fort Greene Park honors over 11,500 American patriots who died aboard British prison ships in New York Harbor during the Revolutionary War.
That staggering number is greater than all the American combat deaths from every battle of the war combined — making the prison ships the single deadliest site of sacrifice in the entire conflict! This song is a thank you we all forget to give!
In Brooklyn’s heart, the column stands tall,
Names etched in stone, they speak for all.
The silence whispers, the shadows mark,
The martyrs rest in Fort Greene Park.
They were captured men, young and brave,
Fighting freedom, not seeking fame.
The British ships became their tomb,
Dark hulks drifting, a floating gloom.
Eleven thousand souls confined,
In rotting holds, no light to find.
Disease and hunger claimed their breath,
Each day a march toward certain death.
They could have lived, if they betrayed,
Sworn allegiance, their souls mislaid.
But they chose honor, chose their land,
And died with freedom in their hand.
So walk the steps, and see the stone,
Know their sacrifice, may they not be alone.
Raise your voice, where freedom left its mark
For the martyrs.. of ..Fort Greene Park....
For the martyrs.. of ..Fort Greene Park....
No battle claimed so many lives,
No field of war where hope survives.
But prison ships, with iron bars,
Held more dead than all the wars.
The stench of death, the cries of pain,
The chains that bound, the endless rain.
Yet still they sang of liberty,
A song of hope, of dignity.
Failure was not disgrace,
It was the price they faced.
They erased the fear,
Expanded taste,
To reach a higher place.
They chose the silence,
They chose the grave,
So freedom’s song
Could still be saved.
This is the thing we forget,
The price of freedom, the debt.
A place we can go, to honor the past,
To thank the martyrs whose courage will last.
Why Space, Why Space, remember their name,
Martyrs who perished, but lit freedom’s flame.
In Fort Greene Park, their story is told,
A chorus of courage, a spirit of gold.
Stanford White built the column high,
Adolph Weinman’s urn touched the sky.
A monument for those who died,
Who chose their country, not the bribe.
So walk the steps, and see the stone,
Know their sacrifice, may they not be alone.
Raise your voice, where freedom left its mark
For the martyrs.. of ..Fort Greene Park....
For the martyrs.. of ..Fort Greene Park....

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Martyrs of Fort Greene

Bro, I watch you talk to her like she’s disposable
But you cry to me later like you’re emotional
You swear you’re “real,” but you ghost on your worst days
You tell her “I’m different,” but you’re built on clichés

You want respect but don’t give it
You want loyalty but you quit it
You flex “manhood” like a brand
But real strength is in how you stand

If you want a queen, you better act like a king
Not a boy who runs from everything

🔥 MEN GOTTA SHAPE UP — WE BEEN SLIPPING
Talking big, but our hearts been missing
Treat her right or step out the way
A real man loves louder than he ever walks away

🔥 BRO, WE GOTTA DO BETTER
Her heart ain’t something you play with whenever
Respect ain’t optional — it’s the baseline
Get your mind right, ’cause she ain’t your lifeline

I see you call her “crazy” when she’s hurt by your lies
You play it cool till she catches the signs
You want devotion without giving effort
You get insecure, then punish her for it

You brag about being honest
But your silence does the talking
You chase her warmth, then run
Like you scared of loving someone

If you want a partner, then show up real
Not half a man hiding how he feels

🔥 MEN GOTTA SHAPE UP — STOP THE DAMAGE
Stop acting lost when you caused the wreckage
Grow up, stand firm, be present, stay true
If you want a good woman, she deserves that from you

🔥 BRO, WE GOTTA DO BETTER
Emotional depth shouldn’t make you feel lesser
Love is brave — that’s the truth we ignore
Step up now or don’t step to her door

“A strong woman ain’t your enemy…
She’s the mirror you been running from.”

🔥 MEN GOTTA SHAPE UP — NO MORE EXCUSES
Real love don’t come from avoiding bruises
Stand tall, speak truth, be solid, be kind
A man with respect is a rare gold find

🔥 BRO, WE GOTTA DO BETTER
Venom Valentino calling this out forever
If you want her heart, then fight for your growth
Be the man she deserves
Or I will  take her and show her the world

Bitch Made Men

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