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I'm sorry,

And I know sorry is not enough, but I'm sorry it's all I have

And I'm sorry I can't speak on behalf of anyone but the man that I am

I'm sorry for my failures, my inadequacies which unfortunately I do not always see

Because I have this bad habit of speaking before my tongue asks my brain to proceed

 

So please forgive me; I will make mistakes until the day I cease to breathe

And you will find many more if you make it your mission to seek

So please don't hold them against me, instead make excuses for me

And if you see something wrong in me, then please advise me privately

 

I am nowhere near perfect; in fact I am perfectly incomplete

Inconsistence with my purpose, carrying my own worth of bad deeds

I used to be in love with conflicts, ready for anyone to step to me

Had an attitude of ingratitude, a straight rude boy recipe

You could catch me on the corner, posted up being deceived

I wanted to be a bad boy, until I saw bad men deceased

 

Rest in Peace, to my ego every time I put my head to the floor

In complete humiliation, I seek salvation from the most Forgiving Lord

I'm sorry to my mother, who I sometimes wouldn't kiss

Days and weeks would pass by and I wouldn't even remember this gift

Of life she sacrificed, stretch marks and teeth bites

Grey hairs, over the years just to see things aint black and white

 

But such is life; my father went to war twice

Once back home and the other time to get me out the street life

Stand and Salute, thug life, soldiers in a never ending fight

Costing casualties of coloured boys like toys chasing this worldly life

 

Now I'm sorry to see mothers in the masjid begging the Imam to intercede

Her baby has become a monster, treating her like a slave

Please brother talk to my son, but sister I don't know what to say

To a man who doesn't respect his own mother; these are signs of the final day,

 

What a shame, I'm sorry to say, most of our youth have no reasons to complain

Because while their dying for the latest styles, some people are dying for another day

But we could have been they, and they could have been in our place

Can't you see Allah is testing everyone, from the scales we can't escape

 

So why is it that we are too scared to give for His sake?

It's like we don't believe in the promise of Allah, even though He gives and He takes

We collect interest for dunya homes like we have no interest in Jannah's gates

And we can debate until were blue in the face but just look at this ummah's state

 

I'm sorry, to my sisters in Burma, we were unable to come to your aid,

They told us you were tied up and gang raped but we were too busy watching commercial breaks

Reality TV has got nothing on the reality that they see

Palestinian children throwing full grown rocks in 3D

 

I'm sorry that we are weak, unable able to even speak

And I'm truly sorry about what happen on 9/11 but it had absolutely nothing to do with me,

That Islam you see on TV does not represent me

I'm too busy waging jihad against myself; my own nafs are my enemy,

 

I'm sorry that Muslims and Muslim lands do not represent Islam,

This religion is perfect, but we on the other hand...

I'm sorry for pointing fingers, I forgot the rest were pointing back at me

I'm sorry that I look for the same faults in you, the same way I told you to not look for in me

 

I'm sorry to anybody who has ever looked for inspiration through me

I'm a sinner and a fraud; only Allah knows about my deeds

If sins had an odour I doubt any of you would come next to me?

On the contrary you would flee, so please forgive me

 

My bad, I know some of you don't agree with how I move

Maybe this poetry thing ain't for you, and if it's not hey that's cool

Just don't speak ill of me whilst I'm not in the room

Because I don't mind taking your good deeds if they don't mean that much to you

 

I promise you it's the truth, so please forgive me in advance

Ya Allah I know I have wronged myself but please give me another chance

And for anyone I have abused grant them ease to all their sorrows

Because if we can't even forgive each other today, how can we expect to be forgiven tomorrow?

 

You know sometimes I wonder, about Joseph and his brothers

The amount of pain they put him through, all the years he had to suffer

But look at this man, Yusuf Alahi Salam,

What did he say when their places had changed, "No blame on you this day"

 

SubhanAllah, could any of us ever do the same

Forgiving is not forgetting, it's just letting go of the pain

We hold grudges like guns, always quick to aim

And blame everybody else, but what difference does it make

 

Because nothing will change until we decide to change

The condition of ourselves, regardless of who's to blame

So forgive me if I'm late, but let me be the first to say

I'm sorry, and may Allah forgive us all for our shortcoming and our mistakes. Ameen

Posted by JHR on September 10, 2013 at 2:53 PM 590 Views

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