Muslim Belal, PettyPro - Finish Line lyrics
[Muslim Belal, PettyPro - Finish Line lyrics]
I'm getting closer to the finish line
My death marks the end of this test
If Allah's giving out chances
I'll be taking mine
But, I may not have any chances left
Everybody's busy with living
And I'm just watching mine
Too focused to even see the rest
This life's like a mountain
That everybody's tryna climb
This deen made it easy, it gave steps
Sitting at this charity dinner
Watching them fundraise
Or walking on this march
Watching people chant
I can see the problems already with everybody
Tryna change everything except for themself
Throwing rules at everybody
Making exceptions for themself
They don't care about anybody
Except for themself i guess on that Day
It's every man for himself
A brother asked me pray for him
I told him pray for yourself
Driving all alone in this car
With my thoughts
No music, that's Qur'an on my aux
Thinking how I changed my
Life with these talks
And how I made travelling the globe my sport
In a world full of evil
I'm just tryna do good
Representing my people
That's the hustlers in the hood
We don't really practice this
Deen like we should
And we don't really help each
Other like we could
Can't be a student if you're busy tryna teach
And you can't be a teacher if
You're shouting when you preach
Everybody tryna change
But they think it's out of reach
He said he wants to do
Better after hearing my speech
Allah gave us something great with this faith
Any day now I can face my fate
I just pray that He does offer me a place
And it's my journey to heaven
From a council estate
Struggling for gas and electric in the 80s
Single black mum taking care of two babies
I'm that son you ain't heard from much lately
Allah knows best, I got love for you greatly
Life wasn't easy but it
Could've been much harder
Look at the man you raised on your own
With no father taught me how to love
Now I teach it to Sumaya
My proudest moment was you
Taking your shahadah
Kingston, Jamaica, where we come from
In a little shack, down in Trenchtown
You didn't have much, young black woman
But, you had Allah's blessing
The rising of the Sun
You raised me
My death marks the end of this test
If Allah's giving out chances
I'll be taking mine
But, I may not have any chances left
Everybody's busy with living
And I'm just watching mine
Too focused to even see the rest
This life's like a mountain
That everybody's tryna climb
This deen made it easy, it gave steps
Sitting at this charity dinner
Watching them fundraise
Or walking on this march
Watching people chant
I can see the problems already with everybody
Tryna change everything except for themself
Throwing rules at everybody
Making exceptions for themself
They don't care about anybody
Except for themself i guess on that Day
It's every man for himself
A brother asked me pray for him
I told him pray for yourself
Driving all alone in this car
With my thoughts
No music, that's Qur'an on my aux
Thinking how I changed my
Life with these talks
And how I made travelling the globe my sport
In a world full of evil
I'm just tryna do good
Representing my people
That's the hustlers in the hood
We don't really practice this
Deen like we should
And we don't really help each
Other like we could
Can't be a student if you're busy tryna teach
And you can't be a teacher if
You're shouting when you preach
Everybody tryna change
But they think it's out of reach
He said he wants to do
Better after hearing my speech
Allah gave us something great with this faith
Any day now I can face my fate
I just pray that He does offer me a place
And it's my journey to heaven
From a council estate
Struggling for gas and electric in the 80s
Single black mum taking care of two babies
I'm that son you ain't heard from much lately
Allah knows best, I got love for you greatly
Life wasn't easy but it
Could've been much harder
Look at the man you raised on your own
With no father taught me how to love
Now I teach it to Sumaya
My proudest moment was you
Taking your shahadah
Kingston, Jamaica, where we come from
In a little shack, down in Trenchtown
You didn't have much, young black woman
But, you had Allah's blessing
The rising of the Sun
You raised me