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Fighting against the world while I'm fighting against myself. Who do I defend or do I focus on my health? Like I'm spiritually broken but I'm guided by the text. I read about this life and how it's nothing to the next. I need heart therapy so I'm down on my knees and I'm raising my hands till my soul find belief. Genazzas in my city keep the dunya off my mind. Now I'm shedding tears for all the times I didn't cry. My brother got killed, my other brothers went to slide. Killing for blocks we don't own where we reside. Stay alive, and I ain't talking bout survive. Like our hearts still pump but we still need to revive. We got five pillars, we gotta keep intact. If one pillar breaks then our home will collapse. Shahada on my tongue, I'm screaming from my lungs. Salah on my feet, I worship only one. Zakat from my pocket, increasing all my funds. Fast in Ramadan until the setting of the sun. Invitation for a hajj, I just pray my time comes. If you walk into Allah, it's a promise he will run. I'm far, far away. I gotta make sure I ain't missing a prayer. My faith is my armor so I'm never in danger. Make a dua when I get to see my family later. Far, far away. Gotta make sure my deeds outweigh my sins. And I'm blessed where I'm at compared to where I've been. That'll mean I'm satisfied with the state I'm in. Turn out, turn out, turn out. So inspire teacher now. Turn out, turn out, turn out. So dear obedience, make us the fastest thing you'll ever need. Wish I recite Quran as good as I do poetry. I wish I had more juice in my memory. I pray my past sins don't even remember me. Wish I could walk down the street and they don't notice me. I was sitting on the stairs without a penny. Now I'm standing on the stage where I'm screamed on the telly. But the fame and them screams don't affect me. Grateful for the blessings but not the popularity. I achieved so much in my lifetime. They ask me how I'm doing, honestly Allah is kind. I have to say Alhamdulillah for everything. Like bro, we really could have been anything. I took a bro to Umrah, he was crying at the Kaaba. Said he don't want to go back to the same life after. Gone on his way, said a girl on his arm. Said he's trying to walk straight but his lifestyle's a ram. We really need to step up, stop making excuses. Allah already guided you, you know what the truth is. My mom used to have a problem with drink. I used to try and hide her bottles, put them down the sink. Just to think, look what those before done for us. I didn't picture this when I was at the back of the bus. Remember Kari sacrificed and collected her deeds. Now them same narrations have reached man in the streets, it's deep. Sometimes I think about Ismail. He was hit with a cancer that couldn't be healed. He was slow to judge and quick to love. Now May's soul lives on, let them deeds go up. O Turner of hearts, inspire T-Turner. O Turner of hearts, to dear obedience. Make us steadfast in your deed.
Help me, help me, help me, help me, help me. Lord please guide us, and our offspring, guide our family, and our nation. You've been by our side, with your mercy, with your grace.
O Turner of hearts, inspire T-Turner. O Turner of hearts, to dear obedience. Make us steadfast in your deed. Help me, help me, help me, help me, help me. O Turner of hearts, inspire T-Turner. O Turner of hearts, to dear obedience. Make us steadfast in your deed. Help me, help me, help me, help me.