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What's happened to our ummah of sharpened tools ? 

I beg we take stock and harken youths

Muslims used to be looked up to, now was mass consume

Wasting 1000 hrs a yr watching crass cartoons 

As a matter of fact I'd say we're half confused 

I mean now even The scarf's a ruse 

Gold shops getting robbed by half a crew 

Of masked up youths

Stratford Rd, 5 guys in niqaabs rinsed the place for about half the loot 

 

Now Isoc! In Hackney, we cry cause we can't hack being on benefits 

Whilst in Africa, they cry cause their kids look little sticks

And When their kids are being sick… 

they vomit flesh mixed with blood mixed with other little bits

And I'm telling you my brother that these people are not quick 

To criticise Allah for the hardships they are in 

Watching their kids starve in the East African famine

How would you react if your mum had to eat out of bins? 

And after all that their imaan is still unwavering; 

ya Allah they’re amazing so please ease their suffering 

 

For The dua of the oppressed is never rejected 

The hearts of the obsessed are never inspected 

Allah will not guess your intention on spending 

So spend on these men my sisters I swear our souls need mending 

 

Forget about who will or what won't or whatever your worry

Allah's given us money so we need to donate & hurry 

The Africans aren't chilling, fine dining in Surrey 

Literally Dying of fasting, crying and asking Allah for but another Morsel of curry

 

Don't justify parsimony, thinking that This whole hall is a scam 

The whole isoc pocket the money 

Shaytaan whispered all those thoughts as a scam 

If we all thought like that, any charity, we’d never drop in a penny

 

In Birmingham we sit and sin while the Somalians burn? 

Not in jahannam no; but on scorched East African turf

The sun's blaze has fried away their own land, an exceptionally searing Sun burn

Their animals to graze have died away; our beloved brothers have nowhere to turn

 

While We’re sitting cosily wasting like half of our days

Stealing in Moseley in about a thousand of ways 

whilst we're robbing our own for a handful a gold 

Do we ever, stop and reflect, think and pray.. 

 

Is This is world we are living in? 

mugging in the street again

The Ethiopians getting killed boarding a fleet of ships and then 

We realise our brothers keep on giving in 

Making wrong decisions the decisions of some sinning men

 

Drinking, mugging, clubbing, stunting yes I know the life of sin is in

I know that crime pays dividends

I know your life on the road with knife in the cold, taking part in those crimes was your only friend 

But every sinner out there can make amends

''Attaabu minadhanbi kaman laa dhanba lah''; the repenter from sin he has no sin at the end 

 

But people listen my time is nearly over I only have but one thing to recommend 

My message is to Give and give with all your friends

£50, 50 pence, if ur american supply 50 cents But 

don't turn them DOWN; not whilst we sin–-and they die in, their tents.