Boonaa Mohammed - Sorry lyrics

I'm sorry, and I know sorry is not enough
But I'm sorry it's all I have
And I'm sorry I can't speak on behalf of
Anyone but the man that I am
I'm sorry for my failures
My inadequacies which unfortunately I
Do not always see because I have this bad
Habit of speaking before
My tongue asks my brain to proceed

So please
Forgive me I will make mistakes until
The day I cease to breathe
And you will find many more if you
Make it your mission to seek
So please, don't hold them against me
Instead make excuses for me
And if you see something wrong
In me, then please, advise me privately

I am nowhere near perfect in


Fact I am perfectly incomplete
Inconsistence with my purpose
Carrying my own worth of bad deeds
I used to be in love with conflicts
Ready for anyone to step to me
Had an attitude of ingratitude
A straight rude boy recipe
You could catch me on the corner
Posted up being deceived
I wanted to be a bad boy
Until I saw bad men deceased

Rest in Peace, to my ego every time I put
My head to the floor
In complete humiliation
I seek salvation from the most Forgiving Lord
I'm sorry to my mother
Who I sometimes wouldn't kiss
Days and weeks would pass by and
I wouldn't even remember this gift
Of life she sacrificed
Stretch marks and teeth bites grey hairs
Over the years just to see
Things aint black and white

But such is life my father went to war twice
Once back home and the other time to
Get me out the street life
Stand and Salute, thug life
Soldiers in a never ending fight
Costing casualties of coloured boys like
Toys chasing this worldly life

Now I'm sorry to see mothers in the
Masjid begging the Imam to intercede
Her baby has become a monster
Treating her like a slave
Please brother talk to my son
But sister I don't know what to say
To a man who doesn't respect his own mother
These are signs of the final day

What a shame, I'm sorry to say
Most of our youth have no reasons to complain
Because while their dying for
The latest styles
Some people are dying for another day
But we could have been they and they
Could have been in our place
Can't you see Allah is testing everyone
From the scales we can't escape

So why is it that we are too
Scared to give for His sake?
It's like we don't believe in
The promise of Allah
Even though He gives and He takes
We collect interest for dunya homes like we
Have no interest in Jannah's gates
And we can debate until were blue in the
Face but just look at this ummah's state

I'm sorry, to my sisters in Burma, we
Were unable to come to your aid
They told us you were tied up and gang raped
But we were too busy
Watching commercial breaks
Reality TV has got nothing on
The reality that they see
Palestinian children throwing full grown
Rocks in 3D

I'm sorry that we are weak
Unable able to even speak
And I'm truly sorry about what happen on 9
11 but it had absolutely nothing
To do with me, that Islam you see on TV
Does not represent me
I'm too busy waging jihad against myself
My own nafs are my enemy

I'm sorry that Muslims and Muslim
Lands do not represent Islam
This religion is perfect
But we on the other hand
I'm sorry for pointing fingers
I forgot the rest were pointing back at me
I'm sorry that I look for
The same faults in you
The same way I told you to not look for in me

I'm sorry to anybody who has ever
Looked for inspiration through me
I'm a sinner and a fraud only
Allah knows about my deeds
If sins had an odour I doubt any
Of you would come next to me?
On the contrary you would flee, so please
Forgive me

My bad, i know some of you don't
Agree with how I move
Maybe this poetry thing ain't for you
And if it's not hey that's cool
Just don't speak ill of me whilst
I'm not in the room
Because I don't mind taking
Your good deeds if
They don't mean that much to you

I promise you it's the truth, so please
Forgive me in advance ya Allah I know I have
Wronged myself but please
Give me another chance
And for anyone I have abused grant
Them ease to all their sorrows
Because if we can't even
Forgive each other today
How can we expect to be forgiven tomorrow?

You know sometimes I wonder
About Joseph and his brothers
The amount of pain they put him through
All the years he had to suffer
But look at this man, Yusuf Alahi Salam
What did he say when
Their places had changed
"No blame on you this day"

SubhanAllah, could any of us ever do the same
Forgiving is not forgetting
It's just letting go of the pain
We hold grudges like guns
Always quick to aim
And blame everybody else
But what difference does it make

Because nothing will change until
We decide to change
The condition of ourselves
Regardless of who's to blame
So forgive me if I'm late
But let me be the first to say i'm sorry
And may Allah forgive us all for
Our shortcoming and our mistakes ameen