Muslim Belal, Essam Muhammad - The Corner lyrics

I got my gun on me

I got this money in my pocket
Out here in these streets i’m only 17
And there ain’t nothing that these dawah
Boys can say to me
I’m filled with rage and pain
No love remains inside of me
I spent so many days out there in the rain
It troubled me so today I got my gun on me
I got this money in my pocket
Out here in these streets i’m only 17
And there ain’t nothing that these dawah
Boys can say to me
Blame society for not giving you hope
I’m filled with rage and pain
No love remains inside of me
Blame your father for not being there
The man who looked after himself
I spent so many days out there in the rain
It troubled me blame the gun in your hand
For making you a target
So today I got my gun on me
For making you more likely to
Be picked on blame the
Dead boy, blame your mother, blame
Society, blame your father
Blame the gun blame anyone
But yourself for not
Being strong enough to put down the gun

Standing on a corner, tryna make ends meet
On the edge of the fire
Allah bestowed his favours on me
See I could really break down
Thinking ‘bout my past now
Holding on to these ropes tied
I pray this grips gonna last
Standing on a corner

Focus on the work, they focus on the fame
I’m tryna avoid the cameras
They’re tryna get in frame
My life ain’t like theirs
We are not the same
I’m tryna build an empire
They’re tryna build the name
See that life on the road
That helped me when I grow
Turned my mess into a message
My story’s been told
I’m chilling out with bro
Look how far we’ve come
We’re rolling with our kids now
We used to roll with guns look what God done
See I don’t complain about my dealt hands
Happy with my destiny
Content with whatever God plans
Damn homie, you used to be the man
Whatever fam, I’m still the man
We just got different plans
Focusing on different lands
See you’re arguing with a different man
I won’t reply, they won’t understand
Sumaya in my right hand, Ayubi on my left
Islam on my chest, on my way to death

Standing on a corner, tryna make ends meet
On the edge of the fire
Allah bestowed his favours on me
See I could really break down
Thinking ‘bout my past now
Holding on to these ropes tied
I pray this grips gonna last
Standing on a corner

Young boy formed a rebel
Didn’t care bout consequences
I was getting into trouble
Ain’t no one could stop me
No getting in between my hustle
Homie I was praying
She was crying many puddles
Soaking in the rain, posted on the corner
Surrounded by my peoples
How am I feeling like a loner
You couldn’t see my pain
Kept it masked with a smirk
But inside I was hurt
Cuz we was coming from the dirt
Where I’m from
Gunshots are lullabies, bullets fly
Mothers cry
I don’t wanna say another bye, homies dyin’
We done see a lot of close homies gone
Now I’m in salat, face to the floor
Praying for their souls
I’m praying for their souls
Praying for their souls
There always been another way
Focus less on these materials and more
So on your inner stay
There always been another way
No more looking at these substances a
Remedy to numb the pain, pray

Standing on a corner, tryna make ends meet
On the edge of the fire
Allah bestowed his favours on me
See I could really break down
Thinking ‘bout my past now
Holding on to these ropes tied
I pray this grips gonna last
Standing on a corner