Lyrics

I'm born and raised in South London
I may be sinful than all of you in here
And when I was born, I wasn't given this name Muslim Belal
No matter how dirty I am, I'm never letting a day go past where I don't pray my five prayers
I was raised as a Christian, both my parents were from Jamaica
I didn't know about no sahabas, I didn't know about none of these people
It's true Allah did create us
Our role models was the rapstars
We are the property of Allah
The superstars
We think we know what'll make us happy
And you have to take timе out
So we spend evеryday of our life
To question this life
Chasing our desires
To question your purpose
Thinking "yeah I'm going to do that cuz that'll make me happy"
To question your existence
"I'm gonna wear this cuz this will make me happy"
The beginning of our life is okay, it's ignorance
We don't know what we're living for, we're young
But we still end up sad

[Verse]
Yo, shaytan's on the corner
Waiting for me to pull up, imma divert
Can't afford to lose another soldier
I gave my word
'02, Kalimah Shahadah
La ilaha illallah, standing in the Gaza
Bad boys in London
Used to pull up at the function
Now we pull up at the night prayer
Tarawih in unison
Life on the edge
Imma do this to the death
Allah forgive me for my past sins, my presents and my next
I don't march, I don't protest, I was raised in a gang
I speak to the oppressed in a language they understand
That's the prayer and the sword
I'm a soldier of my Lord
In the night I'm on a prayer mat, in the day I'm on war
This is showtime, grew up on the Showtime Riddim
I was raised with the villains
I can make a couple million
Still staying with the poor
Imma die with the poor, please raise me with the poor
Got my face on the floor in sajdah
I survived hell, this is my before and after
Losing's not an option I was born to win
This is ABC, that's Ash' Belal Chin
Fill my glass to the brim, Zamzam holy
Just passed the sign in Mecca, say it's Muslims only
Imma do this with my whole heart
Fool to press restart
And let them get away with murder in the first half

[Hook] (x4)
If it cost you your p's, it's too expensive
I was the product of the street, a boy in the trenches
They don't know my life, they just know my face
I don't have no friends, I got brothers by faith
And imma go all the way, there's no excuses
This dunya's ain't no, it's meant to be abusive
I got sins, you got sins, we the best of sinners
Survive trauma, I got the heart of a winner