[Intro: Na**er]
Yeah
This is my story, hear me out
[Verse: Na**er & Belal]
Look, brother, I don't know man
I lost friends cuz they all wanna be roadman
I was angry man, wasn't shakin' no hands
Wasn't worried bout the akhirah, there was no plan
And I'm from Yemen, I was born in Saudi
Came to England aged 2, no family around me
We had trouble finding houses, we were so fresh
Yeah we had a couple things but no bread
I started nursery, brother started secondary
Went to a school where they specialise in weaponry
No English, the future looked a bit dim
So everybody started to speak slang to fit in
I started making music, wasn't really caring
Yes, it's production, I was rapping to the parents
I was tryna get out there like clearance
Always looked at j**ellery, I wanted that appearance
But couple years down the line, a lot of things were hard
And so my mother's always crying, it left me scarred
And then my ?? I'm trying to stay calm
Cuz if my mother needs a hand then I would give my arm
One morning, I was getting dressed, rolling up my sleeve
Dressing up for school, I was only thirteen
I heard banging on the door, didn't wanna make a scene
Till I'm closer and I here, "Open up and it's the police"
At this point in time, I didn't know what to do
My mum was asking me, "Who's there?"
Shall I go and break the news?
I was shaking so much I couldn't even make a move
They said, "You've got 10 seconds otherwise we're breaking through"
Year 8, on my own, brother went prison
I tried to explain police, they didn't see the vision
So I tried and I tried but it didn't sink in
? I was looking for my next ?
You see, for some time I was alone in school
Friends spoke, I said "Trust me, I'm cool"
I was alone from the madness, not cuz I was lonely
It felt like I had to get away from all my homies
And then my brother came out, I was so happy
It was all the same, the lifestyle was so scatty
So I held my mum more as in it moved me
She was on her own, standing on two feet
And everything she saw, so stressing
So I said, I gotta change my life in a second
Never smoked, never loved, only saw rain
Wallahi, I've never ever been to a rave
I was angry, thinking to chef up the place
Momma doesn't know I'm doing this for her sake
I was never influenced by those sik teens
I did things my way, never sit lean
I would see all them things, aged fifteen
Too many obstacles for me to have big dreams
Then I went Acton, somewhere in West
Linked Mustafa, how you been? Is everything blessed?
You see, Musti came (??mine like december times??)
He's my cousin so we have a lot of love inside
The only person I was chilling with at that time
On my own, thinking that it's that time
Then I got a phone call, I was in bed
They said, "Mustafa's in prison", I could swear I lost my head
I said, "How? I was just with him yesterday", it felt like the angel's tryna take my breath away
He went in, 6 months, it was so hard
Next week, my other cousin, got stabbed in the heart
Momma said, "Take the bike pedal near Sainsbury's"
But nobody was there near Sainsbury's
Wallahi, it hit me like a shot from Satan
Paramedics trying to resuscitate him
He's in the helicopter, I thought it was over
Family sitting in the hospital, losing composure
That's my story, bro, I hope you understand
I know my life is crazy but I take it like a man (yeah)
Wanna finish the Qur'an and really help that I can (yeah)
But I'm feeling really lost, can you help me find a plan?
[Bridge: m**m Belal]
Yo, wa'alaykum as-salam, wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu
My brother, my nephew
I listen to your story and I see it, with a clear view
Life isn't easy, it's a struggle, I hear you
But we understand our purpose, we know this is a test
We won't pa** with flying colours but we gotta do our best
And hold on to Islam, don't run towards haraam
Even if it feels like hot coal inside your palm
And the streets ain't easy, I was raised on them too
So when you're narrating your story, I'm relating to you
Yeah I've been there
Living on these roads with no fear
They try preach to you what you're living with no care
While deep inside, you know that emptiness is there
Allah's the only One that can help
You can't do this by yourself
I know you understand me
You gotta start making changes, gradually
Work on your heart first then that'll effect your character
Then all the rules that you set will get easier
Before you know it, you'll be in the masjid every Fajr
Front row dhikr, pilin' up the barakah
Go make your mum proud, forget banging that gun loud
No regrets when the angels come round
You say you're from Yemen, you should have that Arabic locked down
You should be leading the prayers in your block now
Man of the household, keep your chin up and your gaze low
Walk on those streets with that noor glow
Big beard and white thobe, you know how this thing goes
Yo, you know how this thing goes
Lord knows