LIFE OF A MUSLIM

"LIFE OF A MUSLIM"

Sitting on the masjid steps, eating a bowl of apple jacks. Just waiting until Allah calls me back. Just waiting to see if the angel of death gone call me a cab. Or snatch me out my body like a how you intercept a pass. Chilling on the masjid steps, niggas getting they wigs peeled back like a scab. Seeing dope dealers and fiends rocking the same durags. I'm just a strange black Muslim, with an incredible strange ass swag. People look down on me while I maintain a consistent laugh. Chilling on the maajid steps, the people lined up for sulat while the music still on blast. Recite the openeing to heavens gates so inshallah we pass. Real Muslim tears on the same sinful rag. The same cloth Adam and eve use to cover they ass. Chilling on the masjid steps, waiting on another check been homeless for a few months praying to Allah I bounce back. Checking with no savings, well mashallah I still got my bags. Moving from place to place, cries was left inside the gas. Blowing smoke like a chemny filled with ash. Chilling on the masjid steps only Allah can judge me this that real life Muslim struggle, like the final hour shaddered the hour glass.

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