(feat. Burhan G)
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With my right foot first
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I stepped into the holy mosque
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Upon the cold white marble
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Where day and night people sat worshippin', praying
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Right and left the mosque being cleaned
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Shinin' not a particle of dust
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The carvings of marble, the plates of gold
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The symmetry of the whole mosque
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Yeah the largest of it all
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The came the grandest of the whole
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The big beautiful house of Allah
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Covered with black cloth and gold leaf writin'
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My life flashed passed me, the good and the bad
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Such a feeling my brother, never ever felt I had
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A special bondage to the almighty
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A sudden chill in me
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Lookin' around the large floor was filled with unity
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Circling the beautiful house
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Chanting, people sitting, prayin' for forgiveness
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Prayin' to do better I witnessed
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Takin' a deep breath, tears was runnin'
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I ran around the black house, the ancient black house
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Built by Ibrahim, peace be upon him, circlin' 24 no doubt
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I got closer, as did my heart, as did my soul, amazing
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How everyone had their attention only on worshippin'
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All concerns forgotten, focused on prayin'
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Forgettin' everything matters and happenings just giving
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I looked up in the sky thanking Allah for this journey
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Sayin': I swear I didn't schedule to be here this early
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I thought I'd come here like pops in my forties and fifties
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And the doe I paid for the ticket, was meant for some hobby
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But who am I to say if I will be alive tomorrow
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Or 20 years from now, will my health be able to follow
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For a moment I pictured my self 6 feet deep
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In the cemetery, my corps in the same white sheets
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Allah holds the master plan and it's already written
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The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry... it's written!
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Looking back on my life
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Life that's gladly been given to me
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Open my eyes and embrace the smile
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Given to you & I
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Con mi mano derecha abro la puerta
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Mi madre me recibe con un periA©ødico y una carta
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Veo fotos de mi padre abatido por disparos
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De momentos ya yo espero
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Que mis lA¢®grimas caigan, me preparo
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Me sorprende que mis ojos estA¨Ïn secos y mi alma estA¨Ï calmada
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En mi cuerpo no hay dolor por una persona ya olvidada
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[Translation:]
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With my right hand I open the door
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My mom welcomes me with a newspaper and a letter
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I see pictures of my father fetched down by shots
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In that moment I'm only waiting
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For my tears to fall, I'm prepared
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But to my surprise my eyes are dry and my soul is calm
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In my whole body there's no sign of grief for a forgotten person
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Staring outside, there was something I realized
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Tomorrow the sun will rise, and together
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Will see the beauty of eternity
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Salgo a caminar y despejar mis pensamientos
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Lo normal serA¡©a sufrimiento
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O un parecido sentimiento
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Le pido a Dios que lo amparA¨Ï en sus A¨¬ltimos momentos
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[Translation:]
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I go out, take a walk and clear my thoughts
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The anticipated feeling would be suffering or something similar
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I ask God to be merciful in the final hours
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Looking back on my life
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Life that's gladly been given to me
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Open my eyes and embrace the smile
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Given to you & I
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Looking back on my life
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No regret only the sweet journey
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Lessons from the simple steps
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Taking by you & I
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With my right hand first
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I open the door to the room where my woman gave birth
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To my first born son
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Only minutes before
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I was in the waiting room, nervous
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Moms giving me comfort
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Family support
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As I approached I could hear him crying
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I didn't notice
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That my tears were running
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Pictured myself for a moment in the arms of my father
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Flashback to the bended shoulders
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On which I'd sit
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Grabbing his finger
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Taking my first step
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Would I become like him?
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After a certain age bottle up
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Stop showing love
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But cold handshakes throughout the years
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Replaced by hugs
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Father whispered in his ears
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The family was gathered
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Pictures were taken
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My hands still shaking
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My joy was beyond words
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Him in my arms
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3 generations of tears running so calm
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He came with Gods blessing and grace so we named him Faizan
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If I worship U in fear of hell, burn me in it
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| And if I worship U in hope of paradise |
