Until the day that my body falls like autumn
I attempt to walk the steps of The Prophet peace be upon him
With a rap game trajectory like a slalom
Sometimes I don't mind being underground like Gollum
And the kids all hate me, pouring their Young Gravy
Look at how the world paint me how am I the one drawlin
Clear mind lately got off the plants like pollen
Now I'm somewhere between Morgan Freeman and Morgan Wallen
Look
The streets on fire they set the cab ablaze
The wools off of your eyes you see their savage ways
You can keep the window open and the ladder raised
But there ain't no escaping this darling we're in the latter days
And I hate what I see
I'm just praying that somebody's out there praying for me
I can only show em' the truth I can't make em' believe
But it's really a Yeezy hoodie man it's plain as can be
Once upon a time a poet filled his pockets off penmanship
Now he only profits off ignorance
Claiming he follows the profits of the book
And not the profits of the businesses as his honor diminishes
I know the world can hear me and I know it's not listening
I understand you can't see me cause I'm not glistening
I know it's hot, I can hear the pot whistling
I know the shaitan can hear the salat whispering
"Cast your reel" said the old wise fisherman
I used to be inspired now I'm tired as a Michelin
If I could bring back one Palestinian village
I would crawl on all fours from California to Michigan
The worlds sickening
Got me reaching for my bic again
27 lit cherry flickering
A half gram of faith left thanks to the Mumineen
And two broken legs walking al-Sirat al-Mustaqeem
Ameen
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Until the day that my body falls like autumn
I attempt to walk the steps of The Prophet peace be upon him
With a rap game trajectory like a slalom
Sometimes I don't mind being underground like Gollum
And the kids all hate me, pouring their Young Gravy
Look at how the world paint me how am I the one drawlin
Clear mind lately got off the plants like pollen
Now I'm somewhere between Morgan Freeman and Morgan Wallen
Look
The streets on fire they set the cab ablaze
The wools off of your eyes you see their savage ways
You can keep the window open and the ladder raised
But there ain't no escaping this darling we're in the latter days
And I hate what I see
I'm just praying that somebody's out there praying for me
I can only show em' the truth I can't make em' believe
But it's really a Yeezy hoodie man it's plain as can be
Once upon a time a poet filled his pockets off penmanship
Now he only profits off ignorance
Claiming he follows the profits of the book
And not the profits of the businesses as his honor diminishes
I know the world can hear me and I know it's not listening
I understand you can't see me cause I'm not glistening
I know it's hot, I can hear the pot whistling
I know the shaitan can hear the salat whispering
"Cast your reel" said the old wise fisherman
I used to be inspired now I'm tired as a Michelin
If I could bring back one Palestinian village
I would crawl on all fours from California to Michigan
The worlds sickening
Got me reaching for my bic again
27 lit cherry flickering
A half gram of faith left thanks to the Mumineen
And two broken legs walking al-Sirat al-Mustaqeem
Ameen
I attempt to walk the steps of The Prophet peace be upon him
With a rap game trajectory like a slalom
Sometimes I don't mind being underground like Gollum
And the kids all hate me, pouring their Young Gravy
Look at how the world paint me how am I the one drawlin
Clear mind lately got off the plants like pollen
Now I'm somewhere between Morgan Freeman and Morgan Wallen
Look
The streets on fire they set the cab ablaze
The wools off of your eyes you see their savage ways
You can keep the window open and the ladder raised
But there ain't no escaping this darling we're in the latter days
And I hate what I see
I'm just praying that somebody's out there praying for me
I can only show em' the truth I can't make em' believe
But it's really a Yeezy hoodie man it's plain as can be
Once upon a time a poet filled his pockets off penmanship
Now he only profits off ignorance
Claiming he follows the profits of the book
And not the profits of the businesses as his honor diminishes
I know the world can hear me and I know it's not listening
I understand you can't see me cause I'm not glistening
I know it's hot, I can hear the pot whistling
I know the shaitan can hear the salat whispering
"Cast your reel" said the old wise fisherman
I used to be inspired now I'm tired as a Michelin
If I could bring back one Palestinian village
I would crawl on all fours from California to Michigan
The worlds sickening
Got me reaching for my bic again
27 lit cherry flickering
A half gram of faith left thanks to the Mumineen
And two broken legs walking al-Sirat al-Mustaqeem
Ameen
Writer: Ameen Rahman
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