The Name The Game

My name it's Sohaib And I walk solo I love all my friends Butts No homo My vibe is so high Due to where I'm from Africa and my households Blessing from my Lord Alive in a time many are dead and gone Walking with a smile like nothing is wrong While the rest frown and complain about all odds I pack my back bag with good manners and peace snacks Evry word is calculated and doubled checked I let the rest be to it's best No worries no stress Allah is my guid till the hour of rest So far so blessed Never been jailed nor under arrest Never hospitalized nor wear double cast My loved ones are all doing well and the rest are content Happy with whatever Allah grant In an age of depression and suicide mess Only few find peace and true happiness Only the ones who are connected with thier origins And I ain't talking about ancestors But way up there somewhere in the heavens We are all dated back to Adam Created in the sky Perfected and given life Ordered to stay in line Not to befriend shayttan But as time passed by Faith wears off like colors in water So Adam crossed the line and sinned Soon after remembered and submitted Allah being The Most Forgiven Forgave him with consequences Wornings and promises For who sin and do righteousness Right here on Earth where the testing is So when I walk alone, is to my benefit No distractions or bad influence Just me and the creations Appreciation is a form of remembrance Shayttan has it hard when one is focused On the cause of all this Knows where is he coming from and to return is he wishe Pray to The Lord and ignores the devil whispers Loves life less than his own self He knows his worth not on the shelf He worths the piety within himself So on piety he trains for a better chance He empties his heart from all hatreds Instead with Allah and Mohammed's love he fills it