[Chorus: Muslim Belal & Faisal Salah] x5
Black Slave, came a long way from my old days
Now I live life in the slow lane
Making my way to my destiny
[Bridge 1: Muslim Belal] x2
I guess we forgot what we came for
What we're made for
What we're aiming for
I guess we forget our purpose
And we're still lost in this life that's worthless
[Verse 1: Muslim Belal]
Well as the sky turn's black, my future starts to fade
And all I have is what I see in front of me today
Cuz this could be the last hour, that's the reality
I worry about tomorrow, when he greets me
Black boy lost till the age of nineteen
Pick up my first book, I'm inspired now to read
I always had that image of a badboy in the street
Always had a crazy love for Allah, inside of me
Now what's the truth of the life of this world
See I was sitting there, asking myself
Cuz I could go for money, or girls quite easy
I could be that superstar, always seen on TV
But does it make me happy? Will it make me smile?
Does this last for ever? Or just a short while?
What happens after the nightclubs? After all the raids?
Or after all the fame, when my name starts to fade?
Or after old age, when my bones start to fray?
What happens after the church, or the mosque, or the grave?
Black Slave, came a long way from my old days
Now I live life in the slow lane
Making my way to my destiny
[Bridge 1: Muslim Belal] x2
I guess we forgot what we came for
What we're made for
What we're aiming for
I guess we forget our purpose
And we're still lost in this life that's worthless
[Verse 1: Muslim Belal]
Well as the sky turn's black, my future starts to fade
And all I have is what I see in front of me today
Cuz this could be the last hour, that's the reality
I worry about tomorrow, when he greets me
Black boy lost till the age of nineteen
Pick up my first book, I'm inspired now to read
I always had that image of a badboy in the street
Always had a crazy love for Allah, inside of me
Now what's the truth of the life of this world
See I was sitting there, asking myself
Cuz I could go for money, or girls quite easy
I could be that superstar, always seen on TV
But does it make me happy? Will it make me smile?
Does this last for ever? Or just a short while?
What happens after the nightclubs? After all the raids?
Or after all the fame, when my name starts to fade?
Or after old age, when my bones start to fray?
What happens after the church, or the mosque, or the grave?
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