Mosques, mosques everywhere
At each corner I turn
Yet everyday I see
Things that make my heart churn
Sisters on street corners waiting
For brothers who want a good time
We lift up our hands to Allah
Yet we keep sliding down this incline
Parents and children
Cursing each other out
Wives deriding husbands
Husbands slapping wives about
Muslims cheating, lying, hoarding
All they want are full purses
So they empty their hearts of goodness
And pile up wealth and curses
Muslims, Muslims, everywhere
Bowing in Allah’s name
Islam caught in a scarf or beard
While they break bounds again and again
We forget our Lord, we walk away
Shaytan’s whispers top the charts
O! We need to blow this darkness out
And light Allah’s lamp in our hearts
