Prophet Among Us
Boonaa Mohammed
GENRE
If you're not careful
The media will have you hating the people who are oppressed
And loving the people who are doing the oppressing
The fact that Islam gets so much press today is like a curse and a blessing
A blessing because nobody can say on the day of Judgment that they didn't hear this message
And a curse because we were the ones who were supposеd to be delivering it to thе masses
And here we are, trying to sell God to a world that is godless
Content with chasing the pursuit of happiness and arms instead
Burying little baby girls in these shallow graves of Instagram fame
Selling breasts and thighs like KFC, we have lost all shame
Today you cannot even call immorality by name
The idols of yesterday have been replaced by the American idols of today
And we can comfortably say that tribalism and racism are here to stay
A black man is still considered less than a white man
On any given day in every single way, we have lost our way
Gone astray with so many freedoms yet we are locked in a cage
For this dunya has no friends, only one night stands
And we keep getting screwed, chasing mirages in the sand
And there is no way out, no control alt delete, no disconnecting from this matrix
It is stuck on repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat
No more books of guidance, no more messengers to meet
No more wahy from the skies, our connection is so weak
And we've been given everything that we need to be convinced
But it's so hard to fight ignorance when Abu Jahl still exists
'Cause I'm tired of feeling different, tired of apologizing for what I didn't do
Tired of trying to explain the truth to buffoons who just wanna tie me in a noose
I'm tired of feeling tired knowing that I could be doing so much more
But I'm a coward and a sinner
And I don't even know if I deserve to even really have my last name
Trying to uphold the principles of a man whom the angels praised
And sometimes I wonder if my Prophet were alive today
Would this world we see today still be the exact same way
Sallallahu alayhi wasallam, may Allah send him blessings in peace
Because if our Prophet had a passport, I wonder what would be his nationality
Would he be a Saudi, would they call him a Wahhabi
Would he enjoy the luxuries of all these royal families
The man who used to sleep on a bed of palm leaves
Would he live inside a mansion with servants at his feet
And I wonder what would be his stance on foreign policy
Could he eat knowing how many children die from poverty
And invading armies dropping bombs discriminately
Harming innocent moms killing for fun
The man who taught us that this ummah was one
Would he educate and eradicate ignorance with his tongue
Or pick up a gun to anyone who said that God was not one
Sallallahu alayhi wasallam
But tell me how could this be, the man who was sent as rahmat al lil alamin
And he couldn't even read not alif lam or mim
Yet he would change the hearts of a generation and everyone that would proceed
Taught us that every life was sacred and to have respect for humanity
Because we were all created from a single clot and seed
And I could see him at the UN, addressing all the other nations
Warning them of global warming and religious innovations
CNN would ask for an interview, his words would be short and sweet
But they would still find ways to misinterpret and demonize him on tv
'Oh he must be crazy or suffering from some kind of insanity
To think the rich shouldn't oppress the poor or take advantage of the weak
And what do you mean when you say that all men are the same except in piety
This is blasphemy, we've been living this way for so many centuries'
They would charge Abu Bakr as an accomplice, Uthman would be entrapped
Put Umar in solitary confinement and give Ali accessory-after-the-fact
Khalid bin Walid would be labeled a menace to society
And Bilal's face would be on the front of every Black Lives Matter tee
I pray for humanity because we are prey for humanity
In the past they killed prophets, took Yahya's head off with a sword
Now they kill for profits, justifying their unholy wars
Spreading blood like gospel, now more than ever before
It feels like we need a prophet to guide us through the eye of this storm but if we did
I would request on Facebook to be his friend
Or send him a dm on Instagram just to say 'hey, I'm a big fan'
You may not know me but I've read all about you
And you really helped me change my life
And I don't know how to thank you
And even though I never met you
I still believe in you
I'm a follower of you
And I follow you on Twitter too
And when I grow up, I want to be just like you
Muhammad, sallallahu alayhi wasallam
May Allah reunite us all with you, amin
Thank you very much
The media will have you hating the people who are oppressed
And loving the people who are doing the oppressing
The fact that Islam gets so much press today is like a curse and a blessing
A blessing because nobody can say on the day of Judgment that they didn't hear this message
And a curse because we were the ones who were supposеd to be delivering it to thе masses
And here we are, trying to sell God to a world that is godless
Content with chasing the pursuit of happiness and arms instead
Burying little baby girls in these shallow graves of Instagram fame
Selling breasts and thighs like KFC, we have lost all shame
Today you cannot even call immorality by name
The idols of yesterday have been replaced by the American idols of today
And we can comfortably say that tribalism and racism are here to stay
A black man is still considered less than a white man
On any given day in every single way, we have lost our way
Gone astray with so many freedoms yet we are locked in a cage
For this dunya has no friends, only one night stands
And we keep getting screwed, chasing mirages in the sand
And there is no way out, no control alt delete, no disconnecting from this matrix
It is stuck on repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat and repeat
No more books of guidance, no more messengers to meet
No more wahy from the skies, our connection is so weak
And we've been given everything that we need to be convinced
But it's so hard to fight ignorance when Abu Jahl still exists
'Cause I'm tired of feeling different, tired of apologizing for what I didn't do
Tired of trying to explain the truth to buffoons who just wanna tie me in a noose
I'm tired of feeling tired knowing that I could be doing so much more
But I'm a coward and a sinner
And I don't even know if I deserve to even really have my last name
Trying to uphold the principles of a man whom the angels praised
And sometimes I wonder if my Prophet were alive today
Would this world we see today still be the exact same way
Sallallahu alayhi wasallam, may Allah send him blessings in peace
Because if our Prophet had a passport, I wonder what would be his nationality
Would he be a Saudi, would they call him a Wahhabi
Would he enjoy the luxuries of all these royal families
The man who used to sleep on a bed of palm leaves
Would he live inside a mansion with servants at his feet
And I wonder what would be his stance on foreign policy
Could he eat knowing how many children die from poverty
And invading armies dropping bombs discriminately
Harming innocent moms killing for fun
The man who taught us that this ummah was one
Would he educate and eradicate ignorance with his tongue
Or pick up a gun to anyone who said that God was not one
Sallallahu alayhi wasallam
But tell me how could this be, the man who was sent as rahmat al lil alamin
And he couldn't even read not alif lam or mim
Yet he would change the hearts of a generation and everyone that would proceed
Taught us that every life was sacred and to have respect for humanity
Because we were all created from a single clot and seed
And I could see him at the UN, addressing all the other nations
Warning them of global warming and religious innovations
CNN would ask for an interview, his words would be short and sweet
But they would still find ways to misinterpret and demonize him on tv
'Oh he must be crazy or suffering from some kind of insanity
To think the rich shouldn't oppress the poor or take advantage of the weak
And what do you mean when you say that all men are the same except in piety
This is blasphemy, we've been living this way for so many centuries'
They would charge Abu Bakr as an accomplice, Uthman would be entrapped
Put Umar in solitary confinement and give Ali accessory-after-the-fact
Khalid bin Walid would be labeled a menace to society
And Bilal's face would be on the front of every Black Lives Matter tee
I pray for humanity because we are prey for humanity
In the past they killed prophets, took Yahya's head off with a sword
Now they kill for profits, justifying their unholy wars
Spreading blood like gospel, now more than ever before
It feels like we need a prophet to guide us through the eye of this storm but if we did
I would request on Facebook to be his friend
Or send him a dm on Instagram just to say 'hey, I'm a big fan'
You may not know me but I've read all about you
And you really helped me change my life
And I don't know how to thank you
And even though I never met you
I still believe in you
I'm a follower of you
And I follow you on Twitter too
And when I grow up, I want to be just like you
Muhammad, sallallahu alayhi wasallam
May Allah reunite us all with you, amin
Thank you very much
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