Back in the day they say that I came from slaves, As though being a slave is something that would

make me ashamed Touch, homie, you would actually be amazed, To know that we are all slaves, but in what kind of way I mean, some people submit to cigarettes, smoking 5 times a day And some people worship money, only to see it go away Some people put their faith in whatever the weather man say And some people even pray to the sun, But I wonder who created the sun anyways? Some people may tell you that life has no purpose But some people are like pennies, two face and almost worthless It's like a gift and a curse that hurts even in between But even through curses you can find gifts of hidden mercy From the only one worthy of our serving and fear Doing any and everything for the chance just to come near So those slaves are always working, doing the same routines Over and over again you would think they were machines Fuelled by a gasoline that you wish you could see Cause it's a long journey to A Sirat al-Mustaqim But becoming a slave is the only way you will ever become free This world is a prison house; and I'm just serving my time like a G Locked up in solitaire, what can my enemies to do me? Paradise is in the heart and servitude is all that I seek From a place where materialism has become a new religion Where we always want more before we remember what we were given Where your children are not safe from the lies on TV Where role models pop bottles and pose nude for magazines Welcome to the Dunya, where things are not always what they seem And your reality is more just like a really long dream, More like a traveller stopping for shade under a tree, More like a commercial break and you already forgot what you were watching, Silly rabbit, every soul shall have its taste of death And to Allah you will be brought right back How man gets and forgets while he gives and forgives Yes everyone will die, but not everyone truly lives On their hands and knees, to the sky begging please Do what is worthy of Thee; and not what is worthy of me Ar-Rahmaanir-Rahiim, Maaliki Yawmid-Diin; If not for your blessings than we would have nothing So I feel no ways calling myself your slave No matter what they say, to you alone I pray The Greatest, Creator, Accounter and Judge, The Most Holy King who sees all from above The Wisest, Protector, Majestic, Avenger The Light and the Guide, Forgiving and Kind The Giver of Honour, Blessings and Peace The First and the Last, the Truth, Ever Living What kind of fool would not want to give him all of their love? Why be a slave to this world when you could be Abdullah Ya Allah I'ma slave for you I won't deny it; I'm not trying to hide it From these worldly tyrants, and these dunya pirates Please make your slaves united, delighted and excited Cause all good is provided, for the rightly guided And if you're undecided, don't think you ain't invited Because yes I am a slave but no I'm not alone There are billions of us; you should join our happy home And bear witness, to the one true throne

Strip your ego down, leave your arrogance at the door And surrender yourselves to the one true king May we all remain slaves until we return back to him Subhan Allah wa bi Hamdihi, Subhan Allah al-`Atheem Wa-Alhumduallahie Rabbil-alim