From the Streets to Islam

[Chorus: Muslim Belal] x2
I'm a Muslim, I came from the streets to Islam
The ghetto, now when you see your brother give a palm
Embrace with a hug and greet me with salaam, salaamu 3laykum

[Verse 1: Masikah]
Certain tings I did on road, I hope I never have to look back
The cooked crack, the so-so from a good rat
The life controlled in my hand as a hood rat
My long shank on my waist yeah I would slash
My first strap had my adversary shook back
My first whip, big rims when I push that
My first time locked in pen, it would never end
It would release me aroam ? freshing up my ?
Then I'd end up back again
What's the point fam?
Peace in my life, hitting ? with a few grabs?
Peace in my life, moving fool to policeman?
Peace in my life, pulling pulls on street plan?
Back of the meat van, shanking was deep fam
And the roads are in the prison how can he stand
I found Islam like an African digging for diamonds
?, took shahadah while I'm riding
Ashhadu an la ilaha illAllah, I'm finding
Back to my cell, contemplating where my life's been

[Verse 2: Muslim Belal]
Wow, that's deep brother
Come on, maa shaa Allaah
See, my brother, that's good to here that religion
Came to you while you was up in there
See I was in South getting everybody scared
Cuz they see us coming out with the thobes and the beards
First they were saying it was weird, then they're calling it a fashion
Who really cares, I'm on this ting with a passion
With my brothers that fear, the pathway to heaven
Yeah we're tryna get there
See I shed a couple tears when I stand in salah
Who cares about the road life I care about Allah
My relation with Him, take a look at where we been
Original ghetto child raised up in sin
But I flipped it around and you're looking like my twin
Feesabeelillah I'm a reflection of him
And if you're a brother too, I'm a reflection of you
So in shaa Allaah we can make it through
When I break this news, mummy went through the roof
But I gave a bit of dawah now she's on this too
Say maa shaa Allah, Dawah starts at the root
Then I'm back to the street, to convert the whole crew to the truth

[Chorus: Muslim Belal] x2
I'm a Muslim, I came from the streets to Islam
The ghetto, now when you see your brother give a palm
Embrace with a hug and greet me with salaam, salaamu 3laykum

[Verse 3: Masikah]
Muslim Belal, now I'm out here looking for halal
From what I eat, to my hustle, and I'm done with the gyal
If she wants to be with me then she must dress halal
We can go to the sheikh and make that halal
I'm not what I was before, I changed what I was about
A Muslim out here, blud that's what I am now
Don't rate me for the tings I did then, that was foul
I've had enough of the drugs and the pow pow pow
I'm sick of the weed and liquor, I'm stamping it out now
?, I'm changing my lifestyle
To tell the truth, ? akh I don't need that
? my prayer mat and let my deeds stack
Islam changed my life man, everyone could see that
But I like rats chasing cheese, I had to leave that
When Allah takes my life, what have I achieved akh?
My brothers running the road, dreaming a meat stack
But when their time comes, Allah will give them the feedback
Fall on my knees flat, Allahu Akbar
Give me the deen, you can take the money and flash cars
I'm one of the brothers from the streets in the path of Islam

[Chorus: Muslim Belal] x2
I'm a Muslim, I came from the streets to Islam
The ghetto, now when you see your brother give a palm
Embrace with a hug and greet me with salaam, salaamu 3laykum