Lyrics

G.T. with a 360, had no bars
I got the electricity key and my gas card
I need to top up on lights so it don't stop
I was walking round the block like I'm Omar
Mum sent me to my room to learn the Lord's Prayer
Conversation with Allah like I know he hears
Parkour summer, biker grove
She said you're the man of the house when I was 9 years old
I didn't go, no beavers, no cubs, no boy scouts
I couldn't afford the subs, that was £3
We was hurting real bad but we never spoke
We was suffering pain that we never showed
Ryu Ken, street fighter at the arcade
I'm trying to live good, living in a dark age
18 for the month, mummy got paid
And 19 for the month, she was broke again
They set me on a bad path, I ain't never seen my dad laugh
Drops of Dettol in my bubble bath
Pull out the choke to help the car start
My bad ways with a clean heart
Pack ball on a brick wall
My drop tagged away, my jeans fall
My big balls the way the creps drop
Iceberg with a Versace top
Grey hairs cause I lived a lot
I live again with sport
I'm 16 and I'm on the block
I'm 17 and I'm on top
I'm 18 and I'm feeling lost
I'm 19 and I'm in the mocks
My whole team got the fear of God
I'm humbled in my night socks
I'm old school and I've seen a lot
I'm grateful for everything I got
I stand tall, raise my hands, then drop
Right down to the ground in Sajdah
Raised on noodles, not pasta
I know what it's like to have nothing
This faith is more than something
Allah gave me a second chance
Michael Jordan in the last dance
I'm on Dean to death, do us part
I was on the roundabout
I found my exit, now I drive home
It's lonely in this car alone
But it's peaceful when it's just me
Abdur Rashid Ali Sufi
Through my speakers on the motorway
Bro, we came a long way
I'm from the kitchen where there's two ways
Fix up before you meet the grave
Or you die in a bad state
That's just life on a baddest state
Guilty by association
Raised with a concealed weapon
Then guided by the true religion
Allah's favours, can't deny them
I'm humble and I'm grateful
I found peace with life simple
These are my trials in life
These are my trials in life
These are my trials in life
These are my trials in life
These are my trials in life
This is my journey
This is my journey
This is my journey
This is my journey
My pen is my sword like Hasan bin Dabi
Front line when it's war
You can call me Mujahid
If it cost my faith then brother you can have it
I was taught by the sex but was raised round the bandits
Caught up in the dunya, suck up in the cycle
Face to the floor, only way is survival
Praise to my lord to the day of arrival
My faith need revival, my faith need revival
March from the sand to the concrete jungle
Came from the dirt now we buried under rubble
For a dollar bill I'ma fold or crumble
If you are attached to the dunya you in trouble
I can't trade eternity for what's temporary
I put my dean first and the rest secondary
I ain't scared of death let me tell you what's scary
To hide a necessary for reaching the cemetery
They murder children in the hearts half hardened
Still stolen they won't get a scent of the gardens
From Palestine to paradise the land of the martyrs
Real sons of Adam we was raised with no fathers
From Holly Park to Brixton, the trenches where we live in
Allah sent guidance from the ghettos to the prisons
Now we on a mission, change it up the vision
Omar multiplying how we still in division
We all from the fastest, grown men religion
Glad tidings to the strangers, I'm grateful I'm different
Following the prophets, I ain't talk about business
The angels who write on our shoulders I witness
I was introduced to the game from a jet
Had a void in my heart like the holes in my feet
Dirt up on my kicks, let me tell you about my strip
Spike Lee couldn't write something like this
Single mother shelter, canned food, no diapers
Outside in the cold, had a hood around fire
Mama birthed a poet, never thought I'd be a writer
Twelve years old when I was hopping in the cypher
In between the streets and the dean since a teen
Got my heart dirty, went to the mosque, get clean
Feeling up my faith, I was riding on E
Started stacking G's with those who believe
Started out local, now we all global
Headed to the top and I ain't going dolo
Touring the world and I ain't going solo
Used to making music, now I'm spitting on vocal
I was thirteen when we fell into a coma
Influenced by the gang, so adige my persona
Ever since a youngin' had a thug about my loner
On this journey like a soldier
These are my trials in life
These are my trials in life
These are my trials in life
This is my journey
This is my journey
This is my journey
This is my journey
These are my trials in life
This is my journey
I'm transitioning from the streets
My Heart, the album by myself
Alessam Mohamed, is available now
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