I see them talking bs
Whilst getting Groceries
That's not really my style
They all got the same roll
They look at me like I'm backwards
Nothing in dunya but art could ever fascinate me anymore
I sweat for halal they know I'm invincible
Not just hiding in the background
I wished I could just fit in one day
Until i realised i align with me
The ones who get it appreciate this life
Like the cool kids
The ones who have a rich soul
Talking with a big smile
Helping those in need
The others haven't got a clue
Living an easy life
In the fast lane
Never had to try hard to make ends meet
Can't see what anyone else is going through
It inflates their ego and pride
Making them narcissists
They speed on the road in a bmw or audi
Like they're cool
This life is so big
The motorway is tiny
They don't know where they're going
They only see man made art
They forget photographers and other beautiful art
They forget the harmony of the melody
We sometimes wished upon a time to be like the cool kids
Yet they're tired of that life and want soul ascension