Boonaa Mohammed - How to Be a Slave lyrics

Back in the day they say
That I came from slaves
As though being a slave is something
That would make me ashamed
Touché, homie, you would actually be amazed
To know that we are all slaves
But in what kind of way
I mean, some people submit to cigarettes
Smoking 5 times a day
And some people worship money
Only to see it go away
Some people put their faith in
Whatever the weather man say
And some people even pray to the sun
But, I wondеr who created the sun anyways?
Somе people may tell you that
Life has no purpose
But some people are like pennies
Two face and almost worthless
It's like a gift and a curse
That hurts even in between


But even through curses you can
Find gifts of hidden mercy
From the only one worthy of
Our serving and fear
Doing any and everything for the
Chance just to come near
So those slaves are always working
Doing the same routines
Over and over again you would
Think they were machines
Fuelled by a gasoline that you
Wish you could see cause it's a long journey
To A Sirat al-Mustaqim
But becoming a slave is the only
Way you will ever become free
This world is a prison house and I'm
Just serving my time like a G
Locked up in solitaire
What can my enemies to do me?
Paradise is in the heart and servitude
Is all that I seek
From a place where materialism has
Become a new religion
Where we always want more before we
Remember what we were given
Where your children are not safe
From the lies on TV
Where role models pop bottles and
Pose nude for magazines
Welcome to the Dunya
Where things are not always what they seem
And your reality is more just
Like a really long dream
More like a traveller stopping for
Shade under a tree
More like a commercial break and you
Already forgot what you were watching
Silly rabbit
Every soul shall have it's taste of death
And to Allah you will be brought right back
How man gets and forgets while
He gives and forgives yes everyone will die
But not everyone truly lives
On their hands and knees, to
The sky begging please
Do what is worthy of Thee and
Not what is worthy of me
Ar-Rahmaanir-Rahiim, Maaliki Yawmid-Diin
If not for your blessings than
We would have nothing
So I feel no ways calling myself your slave
No matter what they say, to you alone I pray
The Greatest, Creator, Accounter and Judge
The Most Holy King who sees all from above
The Wisest, Protector, Majestic, Avenger
The Light and the Guide, Forgiving and Kind
The Giver of Honour, Blessings and Peace
The First and the Last, the Truth
Ever Living
What kind of fool would not want to
Give him all of their love?
Why be a slave to this world
When you could be Abdullah ya Allah

I'ma slave for you
I won't deny it I'm not trying to hide it
From these worldly tyrants
And these dunya pirates
Please make your slaves united
Delighted and excited
Cause all good is provided
For the rightly guided
And if you're undecided
Don't think you ain't invited
Because yes I am a slave but no I'm not alone
There are billions of us you
Should join our happy home
And bear witness, to the one true throne
Strip your ego down
Leave your arrogance at the door
And surrender yourselves to the one true king
May we all remain slaves until
We return back to him
Subhan Allah wa bi Hamdihi
Subhan Allah al-`Atheem
Wa-Alhumduallahie Rabbil-alim