Artist: The Brothahood Album: Lyrics of Mass Construction Song: Journey Within Typed by: lugzlebo@gmail.com [Jehad] In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful… Sleepwalking in a world that's so cold Don't know where to turn Right turn, left turn, I yearn for some sort of guidance Confusing flusters bounce in my throbbing mind Where can I find a guide to take my hand? Lead me in the way of the perfect creation He, who is guaranteed paradise but still weeps Standing long in the night with hurt feet Our blood at the moment is dirt cheap Spilling on the land, spilling on the sand Where is my iman? Please, take me by the hand wake me from this sleep Convert this solid rock inside my chest Lacking purity and softness I need a rest from this busy world to find myself Forget my wealth, my spiritual health, it needs some help Where are you? I need some help before I'm judged I need to help myself get help Because the lazy beast which is myself Lacks motivation..lacks the patience..lacks instigation Where do I look? Or will he find me? I want be at the Lote tree.. Don't walk past Try to fast so I can build up inventory But where's my sincerity? Now that…that's a different story The words that travel through my vocal chords to my tongue to articulate Then transmitted to the listeners in a different state We hope. We hope and we pray that we form a pathway That links us in this world and the next So that we can help each other, as a sister or brother Am I up for the glory and the fame? No.. I just want my name to be mentioned Don't want to be questioned I want his pleasure but want to live forever Nervous to meet my creator I feel like a traitor Will he be pleased or disappointed in my behavior? I don't know... Why do we act how we do? Diseases of the soul, the heart Is sensitive to all that it surrounds Vulnerable to smell sight and sound Yet we throw ourselves into places where the receiver The qalb finds discontent discontent and we don't repent blackening, and slowly killing its will to be content The cure is remembrance… Which will recompense in a way that we can't comprehend... Ya Rab, make us of those who you are pleased with A gift which lives not in the mist but in a life of reality Please Allah accept our prayers, accept our du'aa and our charity Truly yours.. The Brothahood