Baby the mind is a terrible thing to waste,
So don’t hold on but let go of the hate,
Don’t let it break you, make you or even shake you
Don’t let people make or break you into every image that they see,
But hold your head high and say “Allah made me.”

Let Allah be the reason why you’re smiling,
Don’t let Al-Dunya be the reason why you’re sinning,
Love; you can be someone,
Don’t let these people tell you that you’ll NEVER be anyone.

If they don’t love you Allah still will,
Even I; I’ll love you even when you’re healed.
There’s just so much that you can take,
A body can be beaten for years and years,
But a soul can only bare so much.

Love; don’t give up on yourself,
Because, I mean what I went through he made me hate like every single part of myself,
I wanted to tear and break free of every single part of myself.
Everyone don’t want to see you win,
In the end your biggest enemy may be your friend.

Keep losing balance that’s the prize of a winner,
We’re all trynna find God in the eyes of a sinner,
But I see you’re like a victim through the eyes of killer,
Gun aimed in the worth of the pride that’s within her.

He never gives us more then when can hold,
So why do we implode like we’re bound to lose control,
Break free from what’s being distorted,
Cause if you don’t, then you won’t end up like Kurt Cobane,
You get hooked on drugs and start to short,
So you have to break free and murk anyone who’s in your lane