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khāled siddīq - dear beloved son lyrics

[intro]
salah? i’ve never missed it since i was 14 (mashallah)
mecca? i’ve been four times
the mosque? i’m addicted to it
my deen? i’m on a mad ting right now

[verse 1]
ramadan, 15, on my bedroom floor man i needed guidance
in the darkness in silence
there’s beauty in violence
can you hear those sirens?
can you hear those sirens?
can you hear those? (yeah, yeah)
i can hear that h+rn from israfil
know the test is real
know the rest is nil
no, not questionable
i was tested still
broke my chest to spill
words that bless and k!ll
nafs and yes it still
rolls with me closely
and it’s still not beaten
i was just in fès last weekend
visitation increase
hear the haal when you hear man speaking (shh)
no knowledge without that taste (huh), what are them eating?
no jannah without my gs in (gs in)
no fitna without no reason (reason)
how come you don’t cry in your prayers no more, my g? come tell me why (why?)
how much are them tears you’re holding, huh? (huh?) tell me what’s your price
first time in the t and my hands were shaking bad when i wrapped that b
n+ggas ain’t prayed jummah like 6 weeks but they wan’ backbite when they chat ’bout me
love ride for the deen but yaumul qiyamah
when them deeds come back we’ll see
can’t chat man’s name for free
double up, double up when i tax my fee
[bridge]
and that’s why it don’t make sense to me cos’ like
my n+gga in sins whilst they’re tryna expose another brother for sinning
like it’s, you know what i mean? it’s, it’s not really, i don’t know
me just wanna do the pious ting then sinning and

[verse 2]
then see me on road and their face all grinning
my dargs dem ot trap phone ringing
but still pray daily dem man don’t give in
who told you the devil don’t pray? they’re fibbing
i know say he pray that he catch slipping
my n+ggas stay tight no fakes don’t get in
my bros dem close mj and pippen
submit so your heart is qalbun salem
or you’re leaving this world screaming and kicking
nuh seh me a yard man, peas and chicken
who jah bless no duppy can get him
jump on the track, what? dun out the riddim
they’re calling me a jahil, they’re calling me a villain
them brothers don’t like me, them brothers don’t listen
man have never really checked the message i was spitting
man have never really seen the way that i was living
and man are not impressed that i did this indep— that i did this independent? (huh? subh+n+llah)
i ain’t fazed (huh?)
i don’t care about the hate (why?)
cos’ i seen what them man praise (ha)
i seen what them man rate
your food’s gone cold if you’re watching my plate
i’m praying my qada’, my fajr was late
they say it’s all love when i know that it’s hate
love for your bro what you love for yourself
but you man love the money too much and it’s bait (man is spitting facts)
chasing this dunya will make it run from you and take away the noor that you got on your face
i try and explain it so you can relate
to see all this picture i’m trying to paint
this for the sinners, it ain’t for the saints
the k!llers, the dealers, and drillers to play
[outro]
and inshallah, some of this light may penetrate your heart
and serve as a reminder to turn you back to your lord (inshallah)
before that day when a reminder will benefit no man anymore
(ooh+ooh+ooh+ooh, ooh+ooh+ooh)

- khaled siddiq lyrics

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