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Discussion in 'Jukwaa la Lugha' started by X-PASTER, Jul 6, 2011.


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    Too Late

    You're dying,
    And you don't even know it, never saw it coming
    But you were so young, so much life, so much loving
    So much hope, so much sorrow, I guess so much for tomorrow,
    Your family will miss you dearly, still can't believe that you're gone
    The news hasn't sunk in; they still think you're coming home
    When things don't go our way, the entire world must be wrong
    They say it wasn't your time, but to Allah we belong
    Your soul left your body, before you had the chance to say goodbye
    It caught you unexpected, within the blink of an eye
    You were busy with the world, when you felt a tingle in your spine
    Your heart began to race, your eyes became blind
    Coming closer to the light, was this a trick from your mind?
    Or did you really just cross this life's finish line.
    The cost of deception is that everyone's gotta die
    In a world where everybody is just trying to stay alive
    Even if you aren't ready, it could come at anytime
    Doesn't ask for your permission, doesn't need you to co-sign
    The dirt is getting ready and your hole has been assigned
    Your mother helps to wash your body one last time
    Prayed your janazh, it was raining cats and dogs
    They put you in the ground and now you're all alone
    Hearing footsteps of your friends as they begin to moan
    We wish you all the best, so sad you had to go
    People talk about death, but what about when death talks to you
    Rips the soul from your body, will you finally say it's true?
    The good may die young; the bad still gotta die too
    Every soul shall taste a sip from this restless brew
    This is the day that you were promised, your grand debut
    No turning back now, no make-ups, no re-dos
    From this point on there is no need to review
    It's just do or die or in your case just do
    The real proof, absolute moment of truth
    And just like that, perfectly on cue
    Two angels enter your grave, sit you up and ask you
    Who is your Lord?
    But in this world you only worshipped you,
    Obedient to your desires, a slave to your own views
    What is your religion?
    Don't say it was this deen,
    Your last name never stopped you from your wicked routines
    Who is your prophet?
    You heard the people say his name,
    But you never stopped to defend him when they spoke it in vain
    You didn't pray the long nights; you didn't fast the long days
    You didn't even bother trying to seek forgives for mistakes
    You didn't have any fear, you weren't sincere
    That Quran on your bookshelf was just a souvenir
    In fact it was quite clear that you loved this place
    And never thought you would have to witness what awaits
    Well get ready for your fate, the promise of your Lord is great
    When you're brought right back forth from that dirt you came
    And make no mistake, the scale makes no mistakes
    Indeed every deed shall receive its due weight
    So deceive as you please until you see it's too late
    You would squeeze the seven seas for the chance to prostrate
    Where are your American idols, let them keep you safe
    Or perhaps you will find mercy in the money you chased
    You never stopped to take a break and see into your future,
    Walal-akhiratu khayrun laka mina al-oola
    But now look at you; you are the definition of a loser
    Doomed to dwell in hell, oh well at least it suits you
    Every moment awake, you receive your reward
    To feed on a fire whose fuel is men and stones
    Boiling puss, in chains and yoke
    Skinned ripped from flesh, from flesh till bone
    Begging the keepers of hell to lighten the load
    But this is exactly what you asked for
    You choose the torment, you refused to repent
    You had the answers to the test and you still didn't prep
    For eternity you will rest in the lowest depths,
    Step by step, I must confess
    You're dying, but you haven't died yet
    But with every single heartbeat you get closer to your final breath
    Yesterday you were one day closer to your grave
    Today who even knows if you'll even make it home ok
    I just pray that you are ready for your final exam
    Until then don't you dare die except in a state of Islam
    Heaven and Hell are just the choices that we make
    So turn back to you Lord, before it's too late
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