Closer To My Deen

I owe my dad, mom and sister my life man Wasn't easy to be around me for a long time God give hard paths to strong minds Insha'Allah, it'll be all fine Mr. Deen, straight discipline Wait... Do you remember when? Remember Dad would drive the purple van from Jersey back to NY to visit Made moving back to NY a personal mission When we moved away, me and my sis we were just kids New kid on the block just trying to live, life what a trip Felt driven even back then get driven Finally got the ipod just to listen to music high school then it was a given Music his solace been for a minute No one to express these emotions to got the music that'll listen Now the music talk back Those doubted got their statements to walk back Stress, fear, anxiety, boy went through by Sophomore year Holding on like we're almost there Uh Yea What's next turned suspenseful Been dark for 3 decades life been eventful Fast forward to solo trips mid fades & Porsche rentals Life sculpted the young man turn pain into love while making it look simple Transmuting the same pain through a pencil Spring cleaning dark memories in the mental Uh Got rough right before 30 Mr Manhattan Mr Worthy Since a young gunner he made big moves The same boy kept it moving To a teacher from a student To a leader from solving life like a Rubiks To a strong willed man from being a nuisance A lot of alone time melting in the music Really though Back then didn't know my worth Looking inward picking on wounds where it hurts Getting neglected started feeling cold Tired of being tired fake friends getting old Or really the dark ages recent past was the worst Hitting 2024 The past no longer hurt Distracted myself with all this work At least I know my worth Huh Yea Now I'm Closer to my Deen yea Right And you know I keep it clean yea Yea Uh Right Another long drive reaching the Holland tunnel Superman caged in only feeling subtle See me praying, spirit team all in a huddle Moving back to NY the last piece to the puzzle Looks can be deceiving lifetime full of struggles It's the Queens in him relentless born with the hustle Mama been working so hard Lord knows I die for her Alhamdulillah I love her Choose her and my family in every timeline Universe saw my skills draft me on a combine I don't ever play boi, to get this point man took a long time Used to get rejected by girls, now they all waiting for me in a long line Concert sold out in the city marquee I can call mine It's all mine All mine Deep reverence & anticipation For my public appearance keep waiting King from Queens with 3 Aces Time alone with God and that's time never wasted I was taught to let go forgive never hold hatred Closer to my Deen Might not be what I want God always give me what I need Remember why you chase your dreams The goal is inner peace Hope I planted seeds Love you Mom, Dad, Sis, I wish you peace As I get closer to my Deen