Closer To My Deen Lyrics

I owe my dad, mom and sister my life man

Wasn't easy to be around me for a long time

God give hard paths to strong minds

Insha'Allah, it'll be all fine

Mr. Deen, straight discipline

Wait…

Do you remember when?

Remember Dad would drive the purple van from Jersey back to NY to visit

Made moving back to NY a personal mission

When we moved away, me and my sis we were just kids

New kid on the block just trying to live, life what a trip

Felt driven even back then get driven

Finally got the ipod just to listen to music

high school then it was a given

Music his solace been for a minute

No one to express these emotions to

got the music that'll listen

Now the music talk back

Those doubted got their statements to walk back

Stress, fear, anxiety, boy went through by Sophomore year

Holding on like we're almost there

Uh

Yea

What's next turned suspenseful

Been dark for 3 decades life been eventful

Fast forward to solo trips mid fades & Porsche rentals

Life sculpted the young man turn pain into love while making it look simple

Transmuting the same pain through a pencil

Spring cleaning dark memories in the mental

Uh

Got rough right before 30

Mr Manhattan Mr Worthy

Since a young gunner he made big moves

The same boy kept it moving

To a teacher from a student

To a leader from solving life like a Rubiks

To a strong willed man from being a nuisance

A lot of alone time melting in the music

Really though

Back then didn't know my worth

Looking inward picking on wounds where it hurts

Getting neglected started feeling cold

Tired of being tired fake friends getting old

Or really the dark ages recent past was the worst

Hitting 2024

The past no longer hurt

Distracted myself with all this work

At least I know my worth

Huh

Yea

Now I'm Closer to my Deen yea

Right

And you know I keep it clean yea

Yea

Uh

Right

Another long drive reaching the Holland tunnel

Superman caged in only feeling subtle

See me praying, spirit team all in a huddle

Moving back to NY the last piece to the puzzle

Looks can be deceiving lifetime full of struggles

It's the Queens in him relentless born with the hustle

Mama been working so hard

Lord knows I die for her

Alhamdulillah I love her

Choose her and my family in every timeline

Universe saw my skills draft me on a combine

I don't ever play boi, to get this point man took a long time

Used to get rejected by girls, now they all waiting for me in a long line

Concert sold out in the city marquee I can call mine

It's all mine

All mine

Deep reverence & anticipation

For my public appearance keep waiting

King from Queens with 3 Aces

Time alone with God and that's time never wasted

I was taught to let go forgive never hold hatred

Closer to my Deen

Might not be what I want

God always give me what I need

Remember why you chase your dreams

The goal is inner peace

Hope I planted seeds

Love you Mom, Dad, Sis, I wish you peace

As I get closer to my Deen