[Intro: Muslim Belal]
(Humming)
I got my gun on me
[Bridge: Muslim Belal & Samuel L Jackson] x2
I got this money in my pocket, out here in these streets
I’m only 17
And there ain’t nothing that these dawah boys can say to me
I’m filled with rage and pain, no love remains inside of me
I spent so many days out there in the rain, it troubled me
So today I got my gun on me
I got this money in my pocket, out here in these streets
I’m only 17
And there ain’t nothing that these dawah boys can say to me
Blame society for not giving you hope
I’m filled with rage and pain, no love remains inside of me
Blame your father for not being there, the man who looked after himself
I spent so many days out there in the rain, it troubled me
Blame the gun in your hand for making you a target
So today I got my gun on me
For making you more likely to be picked on. Blame the dead boy, blame your mother, blame society, blame your father, blame the gun. Blame anyone but yourself for not being strong enough to put down the gun
[Chorus: Muslim Belal] x2
Standing on a corner, tryna make ends meet
On the edge of the fire, Allah bestowed his favours on me
See I could really break down, thinking ‘bout my past now
Holding on to these ropes tied, I pray this grips gonna last
Standing on a corner
[Verse 1: Muslim Belal]
Focus on the work, they focus on the fame
I’m tryna avoid the cameras, they’re tryna get in frame
My life ain’t like theirs, we are not the same
I’m tryna build an empire, they’re tryna build the name
See that life on the road, that helped me when I grow
Turned my mess into a message, my story’s been told
I’m chilling out with bro, look how far we’ve come
We’re rolling with our kids now, we used to roll with guns
Look what God done
See I don’t complain about my dealt hands
Happy with my destiny, content with whatever God plans
Damn homie, you used to be the man
Whatever fam, I’m still the man, we just got different plans
Focusing on different lands
See you’re arguing with a different man
I won’t reply, they won’t understand
Sumaya in my right hand, Ayubi on my left
Islam on my chest, on my way to death
[Chorus: Muslim Belal] x2
Standing on a corner, tryna make ends meet
On the edge of the fire, Allah bestowed his favours on me
See I could really break down, thinking ‘bout my past now
Holding on to these ropes tied, I pray this grips gonna last
Standing on a corner
[Verse 2: Essam]
Young boy formed a rebel
Didn’t care bout consequences, I was getting into trouble
Ain’t no one could stop me, no getting in between my hustle
Homie I was praying, she was crying many puddles
Soaking in the rain, posted on the corner
Surrounded by my peoples, how am I feeling like a loner
You couldn’t see my pain, kept it masked with a smirk
But inside I was hurt, cuz we was coming from the dirt
Where I’m from
Gunshots are lullabies, bullets fly, mothers cry
I don’t wanna say another bye, homies dyin’
We done see a lot of close homies gone
Now I’m in salat, face to the floor
Praying for their souls x2
I’m praying for their souls, praying for their souls
There always been another way
Focus less on these materials and more so on your inner stay
There always been another way
No more looking at these substances a remedy to numb the pain, pray
[Chorus: Muslim Belal] x2
Standing on a corner, tryna make ends meet
On the edge of the fire, Allah bestowed his favours on me
See I could really break down, thinking ‘bout my past now
Holding on to these ropes tied, I pray this grips gonna last
Standing on a corner
