In Ya Ghafoor, Muzzy Mike and Subhan confess some of their shortcomings and sins before the Most Forgiving, Al Ghafoor, in hopes they will be among those encompassed.

Lyrics

Ya Ghafoor

There was a time
Not long ago
Deep in a bar
Watching a show
It was a crime
Plain as can be
Drinks from the vine
Poisoning me
Yes I know 
It was me who had gone that way
Yes I know
There’s not much I can say
So I turn
To the One who could make me pay
And I prayed it could all go away

Ya Ghafoor

There was a time
Not long ago
I lost my mind
And I lost my bro
It burdened my soul
Deep down below
Where could I climb?
Where could I go?
I was racing and blazing and chasing a high
Wasting, erasing the pages memorized
Al Ghafoor Ashakoor 
Shine your noor through these skies
Soften our hearts for tears to pour through these eyes

Ya Ghafoor

Ya Ghafoor sallu alaa nabi’u alrahmah
Ya Ghafoor

Ya Ghafoor

Ya Ghafoor feat. Subhan

A Sufi discourse on the psychology and metaphysics of the Wahhabi / Salafi movement.

Why Only Wahhabis Do Dawah (And Why It Will Destroy Them)

Ya Aba Zahra Ilayya

I sit down with Brother Ali and discuss two statements by Malcolm X rahimullah.
What medicine does Islam have for the sickness of racism?
What does working for justice within the white community look like?

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Music:
Appalachian Salawat by Shane Atkinson
You've Got to Change by The Meters

Brother Ali - Two Questions

In production

I can't stay awake
Cats eyes glitter and swim in the dream
Pretty in full beam
I'm in a car
I'm not driving, I've been released
To empty my head, at least for a while
And I keep forgetting what you're saying with each passing mile
I see you smile

I'm nodding
Thinking of nothing
Lost to the rushing sound of the road
No red lights
No red lights
No red lights

Dead to the world
Dark in the middle of some park in the West
Puddle on my chest
You brake a little hard
My eyes open and your hand is on my knee
I turn in my seat and fall back to sleep
Return to illusions, visions that surface and bubble and recede 

I'm nodding
Thinking of nothing
Lost to the rushing sound of the road

Nearly there
I don't really care
if we turn around and go home
There's no red lights
No red lights
No red lights

No Red Lights

No Regrets

Celebrate the new year by reflecting on 2020 in the most positive perspective there is. The universe loves you. Much love and enjoy!

Grateful

Chris shackleton's Album

Crash

Visual representation of me before backwoods

BEFORE BACKWOODS

Do you still think about me?
Cause I still think about you 
From time to time, admit it 
And that’s how it’s meant to be 
My Scorpio, my Aries 
My Scorpio, my Aries 
My Scorpio, my Aries 
This car smells like your perfume  
It’s got me on your profile 
One touch could change it all and 
Even though we shouldn’t 
I just might ruin my life 
And that’s how it’s meant to be 
My Scorpio, my Aries 
My Scorpio, my Aries
My Scorpio, my Aries 
Why is this harder than I thought? 
Call your phone, then hang up 
It wasn’t perfect, but maybe 
It was good enough, I’m crazy
The thought of you, the new tattoos
The ego boost, the untold truths 
I still look when I drive past your place 
And that’s how it’s meant to be
My Scorpio, my Aries 
My Scorpio, my Aries
My Scorpio, my Aries