Fearlessly I live on the edge of me, steady tryna deen but see, there's a cloud surrounding me.
The Dunya is epidemically drowning me in it's decree, and I won't let it steal the faith in me
Sex, drugs, and lies sell for money, but we ignore the kid who cries "I'm hungry. It's ugly!
Armies kill our baby holders, our future molders and our few real Soldiers
This place is a living hell, but I'm gonna hold on 'till my fingers bleed from holdin the rope tight as hell
I can promise you we gone all taste death, but I won't accept to taste the story the fire tells
Shaitan, your whispers won't work in this circle, made of believers and hopers, the truth tolders, I mean tellers.
Though we live among fire dwellers, it's one thing that'll always separate us, it's knowledge of Him.
So I concede, this is the life of the lie dispellers
