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 inventory but wheres my sincerity now that's a different story
am i up for the glory and the fame nah just want my name to be mentioned -- don't wanna be questioned
want his pleasure but wanna live forever nervous to meet my creator feel like a traitor will he be pleased
or dissapointed in my behavior...i don't know...why do we act how we do? dieseses of the soul the heart
is sensitive to all that it surrounds vulnerable to smell sight and sound...yet we throw ourselves into
places where the reciever the qalb finds discontent, discontent and we dont repent, blackening
and slowly killing its will to be content...the cure is remembrance which will recompense in
a way that we cant comprehend...Ya Rab make us of those who you are pleased with...a gift which lives
not in the mist but in a life of reality...Please Allah accept our prayers, accept our du'aa and our charity
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 inventory but wheres my sincerity now that's a different story
am i up for the glory and the fame nah just want my name to be mentioned -- don't wanna be questioned
want his pleasure but wanna live forever nervous to meet my creator feel like a traitor will he be pleased
or dissapointed in my behavior...i don't know...why do we act how we do? dieseses of the soul the heart
is sensitive to all that it surrounds vulnerable to smell sight and sound...yet we throw ourselves into
places where the reciever the qalb finds discontent, discontent and we dont repent, blackening
and slowly killing its will to be content...the cure is remembrance which will recompense in
a way that we cant comprehend...Ya Rab make us of those who you are pleased with...a gift which lives
not in the mist but in a life of reality...Please Allah accept our prayers, accept our du'aa and our charity
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