Muslim Belal - Outro (The Transition) lyrics

See I'm a traveller
You see me walking out, bag over my shoulder
I don't know what a dream's about
I'd rather make reality all things
You hear me speak about
I'd rather walk away in silence
Before I stand up here and speak it out
Cuz while your clock stops
Mine continues ticking on
I don't know when death comes
But, I believe it won't be long
Face down on the carpet, forgive me please
For all my wrongs look at what I started
The ghetto's looking mighty strong
She was in a tight dress
Now she got abaya on
Telling all her old friends
They got their attire wrong
They was in the club getting woozy by the bar
Hovering around the VIP
Tryna get closer to a star
But now she closer to the
Stars than she ever was
Cuz we got the angels and
Allah watching over us
Look at how she smiles
She turns her back on the glamorous
Life or replacing the mosque with
The sisters walking out
Blacked out, top of the range
Like a Range Sport our women are oppressed
Is that what you really thought?
Our women are the best
They learn from what they been taught
And I'm allowed one woman
Two women, three women, four
(Laughs)

Thank you
It's been a pleasure entertaining you
I just hope it's benefited you
The way it's meant to
I took you on a journey
Gave the story of my life
And I may not get to tell
This story again after tonight
Cuz this could be goodnight
But it's been a good night
And if I pass this test
I'd say it's been a good life
I'm glad I put things right
I was on a bad path
Now I make ghusl in my bath
Wrap my head up with a scarf
White thobe, duffer, sleeveless puffer
Trousers above the, ankles
Problems in this dunya but I'm
Seeing the angles clear i'm in my ninth year
So this is like a nine-year
Old inspiring his peers
Should I even be here?
We can trade places, you can take the chair
And please, don't cheer, don't clap
And please, don't compare this to rap
Cuz I am just a speaker
I'm speaking in the language of the youth
I understand in my booth what
Most of them been through
But now I'm in the booth
With a different ambition
Like Malcolm, I'm a man on a mission
Made the Transition
Bad boy to Muslim, Streets 2 Islam
But this ain't Harlem, this is London
Concrete jungle, bedrock two guns up
We came a long way from
Headlocks and Lucozade bottles
But now these youngsters have got
A lot of bottle
That's why the crime increased
But as the time decreased, I'm on my knees
Just came back from Saudi, peace

Yeah and that's a wrap don't judge me
Anything bad I say comes from myself
Anything good comes from God, Allah
May Allah give us the best in this life
And the best in the next life
And give protection from the
Punishment in the Fire
رَبَّنَا آتِنَا فِي الدُّنْيَا حَسَنَةً
Rabbana Aatina Fid dunya Hasanataw
وَفِي الآخِرَةِ حَسَنَةً
Wafil Akhirati Hasanataw
وَقِنَا عَذَابَ النَّارِ
Waqina 'Azaaban Naar salaam