Boonaa - Boonaa Mohammed - How to be a Slave

DOWNLOAD ALBUM AT WWW.BOONAA.COM - For bookings or other inquires contact boonaamohammed(at)gmail.com or www.boonaa.comHow to be a slaveBack in the day they say that I came from slaves,As though being a slave is something that would make me ashamedTouché, homie, you would actually be amazed,To know that we are all slaves, but in what kind of wayI mean, some people submit to cigarettes, smoking 5 times a dayAnd some people worship money, only to see it go awaySome people put their faith in whatever the weather man sayAnd some people even pray to the sun,But I wonder who created the sun anyways?Some people may tell you that life has no purposeBut some people are like pennies, two face and almost worthlessIt's like a gift and a curse that hurts even in betweenBut even through curses you can find gifts of hidden mercyFrom the only one worthy of our serving and fearDoing any and everything for the chance just to come nearSo those slaves are always working, doing the same routinesOver and over again you would think they were machinesFuelled by a gasoline that you wish you could seeCause it's a long journey to A Sirat al-MustaqimBut becoming a slave is the only way you will ever become freeThis world is a prison house; and I'm just serving my time like a GLocked up in solitaire, what can my enemies to do me?Paradise is in the heart and servitude is all that I seekFrom a place where materialism has become a new religionWhere we always want more before we remember what we were givenWhere your children are not safe from the lies on TVWhere role models pop bottles and pose nude for magazinesWelcome to the Dunya, where things are not always what they seemAnd your reality is more just like a really long dream,More like a traveller stopping for shade under a tree,More like a commercial break and you already forgot what you were watching,Silly rabbit, every soul shall have its taste of deathAnd to Allah you will be brought right backHow man gets and forgets while he gives and forgivesYes everyone will die, but not everyone truly livesOn their hands and knees, to the sky begging pleaseDo what is worthy of Thee; and not what is worthy of meAr-Rahmaanir-Rahiim, Maaliki Yawmid-Diin;If not for your blessings than we would have nothingSo I feel no ways calling myself your slaveNo matter what they say, to you alone I prayThe Greatest, Creator, Accounter and Judge,The Most Holy King who sees all from aboveThe Wisest, Protector, Majestic, AvengerThe Light and the Guide, Forgiving and KindThe Giver of Honour, Blessings and PeaceThe First and the Last, the Truth, Ever LivingWhat kind of fool would not want to give him all of their love?Why be a slave to this world when you could be AbdullahYa AllahI'ma slave for youI won't deny it; I'm not trying to hide itFrom these worldly tyrants, and these dunya piratesPlease make your slaves united, delighted and excitedCause all good is provided, for the rightly guidedAnd if you're undecided, don't think you ain't invitedBecause yes I am a slave but no I'm not aloneThere are billions of us; you should join our happy homeAnd bear witness, to the one true throneStrip your ego down, leave your arrogance at the doorAnd surrender yourselves to the one true kingMay we all remain slaves until we return back to himSubhan Allah wa bi Hamdihi, Subhan Allah al-`AtheemWa-Alhumduallahie Rabbil-alimDirected / Edited by: Bryan LaPointebryan@themanifesto.ca