Boonaa Mohammed - Sorry Lyrics
I'm sorry,And I know sorry is not enough, but I'm sorry it's all I haveAnd I'm sorry I can't speak on behalf of anyone but the man that I amI'm sorry for my failures, my inadequacies which unfortunately I do not always seeBecause I have this bad habit of speaking before my tongue asks my brain to proceedSo please forgive me; I will make mistakes until the day I cease to breatheAnd you will find many more if you make it your mission to seekSo please don't hold them against me, instead make excuses for meAnd if you see something wrong in me, then please advise me privatelyI am nowhere near perfect; in fact I am perfectly incompleteInconsistence with my purpose, carrying my own worth of bad deedsI used to be in love with conflicts, ready for anyone to step to meHad an attitude of ingratitude, a straight rude boy recipeYou could catch me on the corner, posted up being deceivedI wanted to be a bad boy, until I saw bad men deceasedRest in Peace, to my ego every time I put my head to the floorIn complete humiliation, I seek salvation from the most Forgiving LordI'm sorry to my mother, who I sometimes wouldn't kissDays and weeks would pass by and I wouldn't even remember this giftOf life she sacrificed, stretch marks and teeth bitesGrey hairs, over the years just to see things aint black and whiteBut such is life; my father went to war twiceOnce back home and the other time to get me out the street lifeStand and Salute, thug life, soldiers in a never ending fightCosting casualties of coloured boys like toys chasing this worldly lifeNow I'm sorry to see mothers in the masjid begging the Imam to intercedeHer baby has become a monster, treating her like a slavePlease brother talk to my son, but sister I don't know what to sayTo 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 complainBecause while their dying for the latest styles, some people are dying for another dayBut we could have been they, and they could have been in our placeCan't you see Allah is testing everyone, from the scales we can't escapeSo 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 takesWe collect interest for dunya homes like we have no interest in Jannah's gatesAnd we can debate until were blue in the face but just look at this ummah's stateI'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 breaksReality TV has got nothing on the reality that they seePalestinian children throwing full grown rocks in 3DI'm sorry that we are weak, unable able to even speakAnd 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 meI'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 meI'm sorry that I look for the same faults in you, the same way I told you to not look for in meI'm sorry to anybody who has ever looked for inspiration through meI'm a sinner and a fraud; only Allah knows about my deedsIf sins had an odour I doubt any of you would come next to me?On the contrary you would flee, so please forgive meMy bad, I know some of you don't agree with how I moveMaybe this poetry thing ain't for you, and if it's not hey that's coolJust don't speak I'll of me whilst I'm not in the roomBecause I don't mind taking your good deeds if they don't mean that much to youI promise you it's the truth, so please forgive me in advanceYa Allah I know I have wronged myself but please give me another chanceAnd for anyone I have abused grant them ease to all their sorrowsBecause 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 brothersThe amount of pain they put him through, all the years he had to sufferBut 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 sameForgiving is not forgetting, it's just letting go of the painWe hold grudges like guns, always quick to aimAnd blame everybody else, but what difference does it makeBecause nothing will change until we decide to changeThe condition of ourselves, regardless of who's to blameSo forgive me if I'm late, but let me be the first to sayI'm sorry, and may Allah forgive us all for our shortcoming and our mistakes. Ameen
