Muslim Belal, Yarimi - Bro2Bro lyrics

Yeah this is my story, hear me out

Look, brother, I don't know man
I lost friends cuz they all wanna be roadman
I was angry man, wasn't shakin' no hands
Wasn't worried bout the akhirah
There was no plan
And I'm from Yemen, I was born in Saudi
Came to England aged 2, no family around me
We had trouble finding houses
We were so fresh
Yeah we had a couple things but no bread
I started nursery, brother started secondary
Went to a school where
They specialise in weaponry
No English, the future looked a bit dim
So everybody started to speak slang to fit in
I started making music, wasn't really caring
Yes, it's production
I was rapping to the parents
I was tryna get out there like clearance
Always looked at jewellery
I wanted that appearance
But couple years down the line
A lot of things were hard
And so my mother's always crying
It left me scarred
And in my head? I'm trying to stay calm
Cuz if my mother needs a hand
Then I would give my arm
One morning, I was getting dressed
Rolling up my sleeve
Dressing up for school, I was only thirteen
I heard banging on the door
Didn't wanna make a scene
Till I'm closer and I here
"Open up it's the police"
At this point in time
I didn't know what to do
My mum was asking me, "Who's there?"
Shall I go and break the news?
I was shaking so much I
Couldn't even make a move they said
"You've got 10 seconds otherwise
We're breaking through"
Year 8, on my own, brother went prison
I tried to explain police
They didn't see the vision
So I tried and I tried but it didn't sink in
Momma crying
I was looking for my next kingpin
You see, for some time I was alone in school
Friends spoke, I said "Trust me, I'm cool"
I was alone from the madness
Not cuz I was lonely
It felt like I had to get
Away from all my homies
And then my brother came out, I was so happy
It was all the same
The lifestyle was so scatty
So I held my mum more as in it moved me
She was on her own, standing on two feet
And everything she saw, so stressing
So I said, I gotta change my life in a second
Never smoked, never loved, only saw rain
Wallahi, I've never ever been to a rave
I was angry, thinking to chef up the place
Momma doesn't know I'm doing
This for her sake
I was never influenced by them sik teens
I did things my way, never sit lean
I would see all them things, aged fifteen
Too many obstacles for me to have big dreams
Then I went Acton, somewhere in West
Linked Mustafa
How you been? Is everything blessed?
You see, Musti came mine like december times
He's my cousin so we have
A lot of love inside
The only person I was chilling
With at that time
On my own, thinking that it's that time
Then I got a phone call, I was in bed
They said, "Mustafa's in prison"
I could swear I lost my head
I said, "How? I was just with him yesterday"
It felt like the angel's tryna
Take my breath away
He went in, 6 months, it was so hard
Next week, my other cousin
Got stabbed in the heart momma said
"Take the bike pedal near Sainsbury's"
But nobody was there near Sainsbury's
Wallahi, it hit me like a shot from Satan
Paramedics trying to resuscitate him
He's in the helicopter, I thought it was over
Family sitting in the hospital
Losing composure
That's my story, bro, I hope you understand
I know my life is crazy but
I take it like a man (yeah)
Wanna finish the Qur'an and really
Help that I can (yeah)
But, I'm feeling really lost
Can you help me find a plan?

Yo, wa'alaykum as-salam
Wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu
My brother, my nephew
I listen to your story and I see it
Got a clear view
Life isn't easy, it's a struggle, I hear you
But we understand our purpose
We know this is a test
We won't pass with flying colours but
We gotta do our best and hold on to Islam
Don't run towards haraam
Even if it feels like hot
Coal inside your palm
And the streets ain't easy
I was raised on them too
So when you're narrating your story
I'm relating to you yeah I've been there
Living on these roads with no fear
They try preach to you what
You're living with no care
While deep inside
You know that emptiness is there
Allah's the only One that can help
You can't do this by yourself
I know you understand me
You gotta start making changes, gradually
Work on your heart first then
That'll effect your character
Then all the rules that you
Set will get easier before you know it
You'll be in the masjid every Fajr
Front row dhikr, pilin' up the barakah
Go make your mum proud
Forget banging that gun loud
No regrets when the angels come round
You say you're from Yemen
You should have that Arabic locked down
You should be leading the prayers
In your block now man of the household
Keep your chin up and your gaze low
Walk on those streets with that noor glow
Big beard and white thobe
You know how this thing goes
Yo, you know how this thing goes lord knows