I feel the heat from the 4 candles as I'm starin' out the window. In solitude I look my life in different angle, thoughts strangled. My mind suffocatin' in a truth quest, a greed law that we abide by is ruthless. Enough will never satisfy until we toothless. Filthy millionaires are gamblin' until they muflis (bankrupt). A sad fact of life but mankind approve this. I gotta call Him, Sejadah is where the booth is. I'll make it clear I ain't even tryin' to make a preach here. By sharin' thoughts, I hope to find a little peace here. I thank Allah for blessin' me, to be creative. So here's a diss for me, for bein' unappreciative. Wanted a perfect life, yeah smile then die old. Fame, money, women. Phat cribos and white gold. Drive my own beemer before I hit two six, a straight pimp bittin' toothpicks walking around with two chicks and doin' new hits to woo tricks. Now that's wrong, pleasure from partyin' and bullish those last long. A lotta yuppies sneakin', cars out when dad's gone. Cracking bottle in clubs, frontin designer fashion. But it ain't about to trade happines about a Jag. So stop smilin' with your ragtop down cause for a fact I don't care about your money or slick your car is. 'Cause no matter how rich and big you are, it's still Allahuakbhar...

I'm openin' my heart with honesty. Let's avoid the hated and hatred. Let's remain thankful with what we have. Lets all avoid all lies and sins... (Alhamdulillah: Too Phat Featuring Yasin)