Lyrics

I'm getting closer to the finish line
My death marks the end of this test
If Allah's giving out chances, I'll be taking mine
But I may not have any chances left
Everybody's busy with living, and I'm just watching mine
This life's like a mountain that everybody's tryna climb
This deen made it easy, it gave steps
Sitting at this charity dinner, watching them fundraise
Or walking on this march, watching people chant
Tryna change everything except for themself
Throwing rules at everybody, making exceptions for themself
They don't care about anybody except for themself
I guess on that Day, it's every man for himself
A brother asked me pray for him, I told him pray for yourself
Driving all alone in this car, with my thoughts
No music, that's Qur'an on my aux
Thinking how I changed my life with these talks
And how I made travelling the globe my sport
In a world full of evil, I'm just tryna do good
Representing my people, that's the hustlers in the hood
We don't really practice this deen like we should
And we don't really help each other like we could
Can't be a student if you're busy tryna teach
And you can't be a teacher if you're shouting when you preach
Everybody tryna change, but they think it's out of reach
He said he wants to do better after hearing my speech
Allah gave us something great with this faith
Any day now I can face my fate
I just pray that He does offer me a place
And it's my journey to heaven from a council estate
Struggling for gas and electric in the 80s
Single black mum taking care of two babies
I'm that son you ain't heard from much lately
Allah knows best, I got love for you greatly
Life wasn't easy but it could've been much harder
Look at the man you raised on your own, with no father
Taught me how to love, now I teach it to Sumaya
My proudest moment was you taking your shahadah

[Hook] (x2)
Kingston, Jamaica, where we come from
In a little shack, down in Trenchtown
You didn't have much, young black woman
But you had Allah's blessing, the rising of the Sun

[Outro]
You raised me