Lyrics Priorities - Boonaa Mohammed
Priorities
Ya
Allah
if
you
should
take
me
in
my
salat
please
take
me
as
a
believer,
I
pray
the
angel
of
death
appears
half
as
beautiful
As
half
the
beauty
created
by
my
creator,
Take
me
yesterday
if
it
means
I′ll
get
there
sooner.
The
warm
wet
water
still
dripping
from
my
wudu,
I
beat
the
sun
this
morning
in
order
to
stand
before
you,
But
no
need
to
thank
me,
your
praise
is
long
overdue,
All
I
ask
is
that
my
intentions
be
clear
and
true.
The
Ka'bah
in
line
with
my
nose,
hell
fire
under
my
toes,
If
this
it,
please
make
these
last
prayers
legit
For
I
am
nothing
but
a
servant
please
master
give
me
guidance,
Bring
me
closer
to
your
deen,
far
away
from
shaytain,
Only
five
times
a
day,
I
wish
I
could
pray
infinity
For
all
that
you
have
given
me;
for
all
that
you
have
taken
away
There
is
no
excuse
for
me
to
not
want
to
stand
up
and
say
Allahu
Akbar
I
state
the
obvious,
nervous,
body
in
perfect
formation
As
I
stand
before
my
Lord
trying
to
prove
my
dedication
Walking
the
thin
line
between
hope
and
fear,
Words
coming
out
crystal
clear
as
though
judgment
was
here,
The
humility
combats
the
lies
I
told
in
my
youth,
In
my
sujood
is
when
I
am
closest
to
truth
A
vessel
of
submission,
his
recognition
is
my
quest
Hands
folded,
both
palms
crossed
facing
my
chest,
Gaze
is
lowered,
on
the
spot
from
which
my
head
will
rise,
Wet
warm
water
still
covers
my
eyes.
I
cherish
this
dunya,
like
I
cherish
sunny
weather,
Wonderful
at
times,
but
still
not
meant
forever,
So
Ya
Allah,
if
you
take
me
in
my
salat,
Please
have
my
last
words
be
the
last
words
of
Al-Fatiha
Right
before
La
ilaha
illa
Allah,
Ashden
Muhammadur
Rasul
Allah,
For
you
my
God,
I
will
hold
and
cherish
this
faith,
For
this
is
a
test,
and
we
always
do
worst
in
the
subjects
that
we
hate,
So
I
am
still
amazed
that
you
have
given
me
the
strength
to
praise,
For
a
long
time
I
never
prayed,
never
said
your
name
for
days
I
am
still
ashamed
of
what
my
heart
once
contained,
But
still
you
sent
me
blessings
again
and
again,
Your
mercy
uses
words
that
I
can
simply
not
explain
The
honour
that
I
feel,
the
love
that
I
maintain
Forehead
and
nose,
hands,
knees
and
toes,
All
pressed
before
the
Lord,
before
I
rose,
I
choose
to
make
a
little
prayer
of
my
own,
Ya
please
Allah
forgive
me
for
my
sins
as
though
they
were
not
my
own,
Help
me
to
pray
as
though
I
were
saying
my
final
goodbyes,
My
bouncing
finger
lets
me
know
I′m
still
alive,
Alhumdulliah
Wallahi,
I
swear
to
God,
I
do
not
feel
comfortable
swearing
to
God,
Because
I'm
not
sure
if
my
faulty
words
will
even
do
him
justice
So
now
everyday
I
send
peace
and
blessings
upon
his
prophet,
Empty
my
conscious
like
banks
empty
my
pockets,
Only
this
interest
is
in
my
best
interest
Were
my
prayers
answered,
only
One
knows
best
I'll
try
again
soon,
Insha′Allah
The
rest
is
in
the
hands
of
Allah
Subhanahu
Wa-Ta′ala
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1 Intro
2 Signs
3 How to Be a Slave
4 Kill Them With Love
5 War On Error
6 Priorities
7 Heros
8 Where's the Fear
9 Beautiful
10 Pumpkin Seeds
11 Too Late
12 For the Love
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