Final Words Lyrics

The sky don't seem quite as blue as it did when I was a kid and the clouds are darker

Had so much to give, now days I struggle with what to offer

The chapters are getting bleaker sometimes I question the author

My heart was a drum the world treated that shit like Travis Barker

A permanent marker target on me and my people

I was taught that it's not the skin but the heart that is equal

I was taught that it's not the language it's not the culture or clothes

It's the honor that makes a person it's lacking now I suppose

Simpler days, white owls, hanging out with my bros

Freestyling discussing life and the questions bout it we'd pose

A young boy in Gaza's favorite song is one that I composed

As he listens off his brother's phone and the concrete hits his toes

A white flag in his hand

A list of martyrs that grows

A brave look in his eyes

A hometown with no homes

A dirty face, a cup of old rice, and a runny nose

He raps it as a distraction while his neighborhood explodes, uh

The sun isn't quite as bright as it seemed when I was a teen

When I didn't know that really nothing is quite what it seem

I still think a song can change the world and so I write from the heart

The nightmare of being brought into this life with a dream

Thousand shackles and burdens, hurting I wouldn't trade for a second

Tossing and turning in the bed that I made and then I slept in

Countless times I got rewarded when I prayed for a blessing

God answered on the days I was stressing now ain't that impressive?

Are we all chosen or has the universe made its selection?

Is it arbitrary? If not I thought I'd make a suggestion

Could you grant me a voice to heal?

Could I write something they gone feel?

Could you shield my face from the fake?

Could you make me amongst the real?

Could you channel your message through me?

Allow me to paint the beauty of life's purpose in my verses like Marley Dylan or Rumi

You granted this gift to me

I pray that I don't abuse it

If I don't use it for good then I didn't fulfill my duty

I pray

With a pen in hand just hoping that you'll speak through me

They judge me when they look at me but what if they really knew me?

Not sure if I know myself if I'm speaking about it truly

But somewhere in Palestine there's a group of kids, 8 and 9

With a speaker playing this song and they've memorized every line

And a fighter jet in the sky so what can I say in this rhyme

Worthy of being the final words they'll utter before they die

Bismillah