Genre: nasheedType: nasheed
Story & Cultural Context
Muslim Belal's 'The Corner' is a nasheed that blends Arabic and English, possibly reflecting themes of reflection or faith, as is common in his work. It is part of his singles, emphasizing ethical audio content without instrumental music.
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Story & Cultural Context
Muslim Belal's 'The Corner' is a nasheed that blends Arabic and English, possibly reflecting themes of reflection or faith, as is common in his work. It is part of his singles, emphasizing ethical…
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EnglishThe Corner
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(Humming) I got my gun on me [Bridge: Muslim Belal & Samuel L Jackson] x2 I got this money in my pocket, out here in these streets I’m only 17 And there ain’t nothing that these dawah boys can say to me I’m filled with rage and pain, no love remains inside of me I spent so many days out there in the rain, it troubled me So today I got my gun on me I got this money in my pocket, out here in these streets I’m only 17 And there ain’t nothing that these dawah boys can say to me Blame society for not giving you hope I’m filled with rage and pain, no love remains inside of me Blame your father for not being there, the man who looked after himself I spent so many days out there in the rain, it troubled me Blame the gun in your hand for making you a target So today I got my gun on me For making you more likely to be picked on. Blame the dead boy, blame your mother, blame society, blame your father, blame the gun. Blame anyone but yourself for not being strong enough to put down the gun [Chorus: Muslim Belal] x2 Standing on a corner, tryna make ends meet On the edge of the fire, Allah bestowed his favours on me Holding on to these ropes tied, I pray this grips gonna last Standing on a corner [Verse 1: Muslim Belal] Focus on the work, they focus on the fame I’m tryna avoid the cameras, they’re tryna get in frame My life ain’t like theirs, we are not the same I’m tryna build an empire, they’re tryna build the name Turned my mess into a message, my story’s been told I’m chilling out with bro, look how far we’ve come We’re rolling with our kids now, we used to roll with guns Look what God done Happy with my destiny, content with whatever God plans Damn homie, you used to be the man Whatever fam, I’m still the man, we just got different plans Focusing on different lands I won’t reply, they won’t understand Sumaya in my right hand, Ayubi on my left Islam on my chest, on my way to death [Chorus: Muslim Belal] x2 Standing on a corner, tryna make ends meet On the edge of the fire, Allah bestowed his favours on me Holding on to these ropes tied, I pray this grips gonna last Standing on a corner [Verse 2: Essam] Young boy formed a rebel Didn’t care bout consequences, I was getting into trouble Ain’t no one could stop me, no getting in between my hustle Homie I was praying, she was crying many puddles Soaking in the rain, posted on the corner Surrounded by my peoples, how am I feeling like a loner But inside I was hurt, cuz we was coming from the dirt Where I’m from Gunshots are lullabies, bullets fly, mothers cry I don’t wanna say another bye, homies dyin’ Now I’m in salat, face to the floor Praying for their souls x2 I’m praying for their souls, praying for their souls There always been another way Focus less on these materials and more so on your inner stay There always been another way No more looking at these substances a remedy to numb the pain, pray [Chorus: Muslim Belal] x2 Standing on a corner, tryna make ends meet On the edge of the fire, Allah bestowed his favours on me Holding on to these ropes tied, I pray this grips gonna last Standing on a corner