Boonaa - Boonaa Mohammed - Too Late

DOWNLOAD ALBUM AT WWW.BOONAA.COM - For bookings or other inquires contact boonaamohammed(at)gmail.com or www.boonaa.comToo LateYou're dying,And you don't even know it, never saw it comingBut you were so young, so much life, so much lovingSo much hope, so much sorrow, I guess so much for tomorrow,Your family will miss you dearly, still can't believe that you're goneThe news hasn't sunk in; they still think you're coming homeWhen things don't go our way, the entire world must be wrongThey say it wasn't your time, but to Allah we belongYour soul left your body, before you had the chance to say goodbyeIt caught you unexpected, within the blink of an eyeYou were busy with the world, when you felt a tingle in your spineYour heart began to race, your eyes became blindComing closer to the light, was this a trick from your mind?Or did you really just cross this life's finish line.The cost of deception is that everyone's gotta dieIn a world where everybody is just trying to stay aliveEven if you aren't ready, it could come at anytimeDoesn't ask for your permission, doesn't need you to co-signThe dirt is getting ready and your hole has been assignedYour mother helps to wash your body one last timePrayed your janazh, it was raining cats and dogsThey put you in the ground and now you're all aloneHearing footsteps of your friends as they begin to moanWe wish you all the best, so sad you had to goPeople talk about death, but what about when death talks to youRips the soul from your body, will you finally say it's true?The good may die young; the bad still gotta die tooEvery soul shall taste a sip from this restless brewThis is the day that you were promised, your grand debutNo turning back now, no make-ups, no re-dosFrom this point on there is no need to reviewIt's just do or die or in your case just doThe real proof, absolute moment of truthAnd just like that, perfectly on cueTwo angels enter your grave, sit you up and ask youWho is your Lord?But in this world you only worshipped you,Obedient to your desires, a slave to your own viewsWhat is your religion?Don't say it was this deen,Your last name never stopped you from your wicked routinesWho is your prophet?You heard the people say his name,But you never stopped to defend him when they spoke it in vainYou didn't pray the long nights; you didn't fast the long daysYou didn't even bother trying to seek forgives for mistakesYou didn't have any fear, you weren't sincereThat Quran on your bookshelf was just a souvenirIn fact it was quite clear that you loved this placeAnd never thought you would have to witness what awaitsWell get ready for your fate, the promise of your Lord is greatWhen you're brought right back forth from that dirt you cameAnd make no mistake, the scale makes no mistakesIndeed every deed shall receive its due weightSo deceive as you please until you see it's too lateYou would squeeze the seven seas for the chance to prostrateWhere are your American idols, let them keep you safeOr perhaps you will find mercy in the money you chasedYou never stopped to take a break and see into your future,Walal-akhiratu khayrun laka mina al-oolaBut now look at you; you are the definition of a loserDoomed to dwell in hell, oh well at least it suits youEvery moment awake, you receive your rewardTo feed on a fire whose fuel is men and stonesBoiling puss, in chains and yokeSkinned ripped from flesh, from flesh till boneBegging the keepers of hell to lighten the loadBut this is exactly what you asked forYou choose the torment, you refused to repentYou had the answers to the test and you still didn't prepFor eternity you will rest in the lowest depths,Step by step, I must confessYou're dying, but you haven't died yetBut with every single heartbeat you get closer to your final breathYesterday you were one day closer to your graveToday who even knows if you'll even make it home okI just pray that you are ready for your final examUntil then don't you dare die except in a state of IslamHeaven and Hell are just the choices that we makeSo turn back to you Lord, before it's too late