Colors and shapes, shapes and colors We've walked, seen wrongs with our own eyes and have not forgotten We have followed Islam in these lands, As we still hear the call to prayer on Fridays
God has brought us together, and all praises due to Him The situation has good too (not only bad) See how the people are mixed Arabs and Indians, blacks and whites
You wont believe how guns can go off though Listen to the ambulance sirens See how neighbors were shot! They murdered children! The police might knock on our door and search the house
Look around, there is both righteousness and sins While some claim to be the chosen people of God There is talk of freedom, terror and resistance You might hear this at a mosque
But in the streets its what are you looking at Money and cash, mugging, hashish And the souls of people between your hands The morsel of the kind ones, we miss it