Muslim Belal, FACESOUL - Black Slave lyrics

Black Slave, came a long way from my old days
Now I live life in the slow lane
Making my way to my destiny

I guess we forgot what we came for
What we're made for what we're aiming for
I guess we forget our purpose
And we're still lost in
This life that's worthless

Well as the sky turn's black
My future starts to fade
And all I have is what I
See in front of me today
Cuz this could be the last hour
That's the reality
I worry about tomorrow, when he greets me
Black boy lost till the age of nineteen
Pick up my first book
I'm inspired now to read
I always had that image of
A badboy in the street
Always had a crazy love for Allah
Inside of me now what's the truth of the
Life of this world
See I was sitting there, asking myself
Cuz I could go for money, or girls quite easy
I could be that superstar, always seen on TV
But does it make me happy?
Will it make me smile?
Does this last for ever? Or
Just a short while?
What happens after the nightclubs?
After all the raids? Or after all the fame
When my name starts to fade?
Or after old age
When my bones start to fray?
What happens after the church, or the mosque
Or the grave?

Black Slave, came a long way from my old days
Now I live life in the slow lane
Making my way to my destiny

They say, the topic of death is depressing
I say, it depends on the brother and a vision
Cuz after these years
We're surviving in a prison
I pray there's a life waitin'
For us in the heaven
Imagine, a land of justice and perfection
No more police, poverty or politicians
After being in them streets
Victim of the system we're finally free
Runnin' round like the children
This could all be, I know it won't be easy
One from every thousand
I want that one to be me
Livin' in a land of no rain
Always good weather, stopped partyin' today
So I could party there forever
And they don't see the vision like I see it
They're caught up in this life, they're lost
So be it i wanna chill with my wife
With a Moroccan mint tea
Visualised in paradise
That's where I wanna be

But, it's like I got this
Dunya on my shoulder
The young brothers say they can't
Rely upon their olders so they're
Coming to me with all their questions
MB, what I can do
About my hollow-filled obsessions
And I'll be like, "Wow
How did I end up here?"
It's funny how life could turn
Around within some years
The other day I was trappin'
Droppin' off a sample
Now they say I'm settin' an example
Dealin' with a handful of sins
Trimmed down from a mountain
Looking at my past life
The gang I rode around in
Sippin' at the Zamzam fountain
With my ihram around my 'awrah
Round my brown skin lookin' like a-

Black Slave, came a long way from my old days
Now I live life in the slow lane
Making my way to my destiny