Lyrics Sorry - Boonaa Mohammed

And I know sorry is not enough, but I'm sorry it's
All I have
And I'm sorry I can't speak on behalf of anyone
But the man that I am
I'm sorry for my failures, my inadequacies which
Unfortunately I do not always see
Because I have this bad habit of speaking before
My tongue asks my brain to proceed
So please forgive me; I will make mistakes until
The day I cease to breathe
And you will find many more if you make it your
Mission to seek
So please don't hold them against me, instead
Make excuses for me
And if you see something wrong in me, then
Please advise me privately
I am nowhere near perfect; in fact I am perfectly
Incomplete
Inconsistence with my purpose, carrying my own
Worth of bad deeds
I used to be in love with conflicts, ready for
Anyone to step to me
Had an attitude of ingratitude, a straight rude
Boy recipe
You could catch me on the corner, posted up
Being deceived
I wanted to be a bad boy, until I saw bad men
Deceased
Rest in Peace, to my ego every time I put my head
To the floor
In complete humiliation, I seek salvation from
The most Forgiving Lord
I'm sorry to my mother, who I sometimes
Wouldn't kiss
Days and weeks would pass by and I wouldn't
Even remember this gift
Of life she sacrificed, stretch marks and teeth
Bites
Grey hairs, over the years just to see things aint
Black and white
But such is life; my father went to war twice
Once back home and the other time to get me out
The street life
Stand and Salute, thug life, soldiers in a never
Ending fight
Costing casualties of coloured boys like toys
Chasing this worldly life
Now I'm sorry to see mothers in the masjid
Begging the Imam to intercede
Her baby has become a monster, treating her like
A slave
Please brother talk to my son, but sister I don't
Know what to say
To 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 complain
Because while their dying for the latest styles,
Some people are dying for another day
But we could have been they, and they could
Have been in our place
Can't you see Allah is testing everyone, from the
Scales we can't escape
So 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 takes
We collect interest for dunya homes like we have
No interest in Jannah's gates
And we can debate until were blue in the face
But just look at this ummah's state
I'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
Breaks
Reality TV has got nothing on the reality that
They see
Palestinian children throwing full grown rocks in
3D
I'm sorry that we are weak, unable able to even
Speak
And 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 me
I'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 me
I'm sorry that I look for the same faults in you,
The same way I told you to not look for in me
I'm sorry to anybody who has ever looked for
Inspiration through me
I'm a sinner and a fraud; only Allah knows about
My deeds
If sins had an odour I doubt any of you would
Come next to me?
On the contrary you would flee, so please forgive
Me
My bad, I know some of you don't agree with
How I move
Maybe this poetry thing ain't for you, and if it's
Not hey that's cool
Just don't speak I'll of me whilst I'm not in the
Room
Because I don't mind taking your good deeds if
They don't mean that much to you
I promise you it's the truth, so please forgive me
In advance
Ya Allah I know I have wronged myself but
Please give me another chance
And for anyone I have abused grant them ease to
All their sorrows
Because 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 brothers
The amount of pain they put him through, all the
Years he had to suffer
But 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 same
Forgiving is not forgetting, it's just letting go of
The pain
We hold grudges like guns, always quick to aim
And blame everybody else, but what difference
Does it make
Because nothing will change until we decide to
Change
The condition of ourselves, regardless of who's to
Blame
So forgive me if I'm late, but let me be the first to
Say
I'm sorry, and may Allah forgive us all for our
Shortcoming and our mistakes. Ameen