Journey- The brothahood sleepwalking in a world that's so cold, don't know where to turn right turn left turn i yearn for some sort of guidance confusing flusters bounce in my throbbing mind where can i find a guide to take my hand lead me in the way of the perfect creation, he who is guaranteed paradise but still weeps, standing long in the night with hurt feet, Our blood at the moment is dirt cheap, spilling on the land spilling on the sand,where is my iman...please take me by the hand wake me from this sleep, convert this solid rock inside my chest lacking purity and soft-ness and i need a rest from this busy world to find myself, forget my weatlh, my spirtual health it needs some help where are you...i need some help before i'm judged i need to help myself get help but the lazy beast which is myself lacks motivation..lacks the patience..lacks instigation where do i look...or will he find me? i wanna be at the lote tree.. don't walk past try to fast so i can build up...
"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle."