Can’t be stacking all my sins
Tryna throw them In the bins
Major minor take a pick….
Thank me later with the wins
I’m not perfect but I’m solid
Do have love don’t call me cupid
This ain’t magic not a trick….
Here’s my hat for outs & Ins
Don’t be down just love yourself
We’re all sinners since we’re born….
That’s the way we’ve been designed
Down to us we can’t be torn….
Day In day out all these fitnas
Everywhere as you can see….
Gaze Is low you know I’ll show
With my ring I’ll bring the key….
As a man the biggest weakness
Everywhere you see them sweetness
Have control deep down we know
Getting cold I’ll bring the snow
Down to us we show uniqueness
Life Is hard goes down to bleakness
Having faith we need to show
Cos we’re strong we keep It low
Profanity we can’t be using
Watch your mouth you know you losing
Go ahead & rinse them out
Why use lips man for a pout
Use your tongue for good words no?
Those rewards are sunnah know
Stack up all the sunnahs get me….
Till It reaches ceiling so
You’ll be proud & call me bro
Yeah together we can grow
Up to you though If you let me….
I just want what’s best to glow
There’s other fitnas also too
Down to us to fight them boo
That’s a test for us to fight them….
Arm yourselves with pious crew
That’s your circle shape It through
No squared minds I’ve had a few
Found solutions for the problem….
Back In Deen I’m so brand new
Can’t be stacking all my sins
Tryna throw them In the bins
Major minor take a pick….
Thank me later with the wins
I’m not perfect but I’m solid
Do have love don’t call me cupid
This ain’t magic not a trick….
Here’s my hat for outs & Ins
About the Creator
Haychie_Artist
Just A Regular Guy From London Who
Writes & Rhymes….
Writing & Rhyming Comes From The
Heart….
Voice For The Voiceless….
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