JANNAT

Jannat is under my mom’s feet
Mannats are promises that I can’t keep
Mohabbat is in my heart so deep
You spent your nights awake, while I was asleep
How can I repay you, there is no currency or fee
Growing up, my life was nothing but hell
They say that only time will tell
But still I have all these questions
Mother you never ever questioned me
Going forward I only answered you back impolitely
However, you just took it lightly
When I was a heavyweight
With your prayers I could elevate
And with your belief I could levitate
I showed you nothing but hate
When you love me so unconditionally
You respect me but I don’t usually
You taught me the meaning of religion
You spent your days cooking in the kitchen
I’m a grown man, but I just spend my day Bitchin
You bathed me and made sure I had a new pair of shorts
Now I’m tall, space jamming is my sport
You’re my Sonia and I’m your Steph
All you ever cared about was my health
You taught me the things that aren’t important like wealth
Mother, you’re an angel in disguise
While a devil is my guise
So pardon my doubts
Cos you’re the only reason that I’m stout
Mother, you looked after me before you’re own self
They say that you should play the cards that you’re dealt
You’re like mother Theresa, I’m like Lucifer
Nothing but a bad seed, always smoking that weed
That’s why I’ve become so weak
But you always give me strength at length
I’m like Moses, cos without your prayers I can’t climb these mountains
Ever since I can recall I have been nothing but a pain
You always seem to be there even when it rains
You’re my sunshine
Every time I see you, I almost go blind
You’re so beautiful, it blows my mind
My only wish is that I can rewind
So that I can relive my childhood
Nowadays I just spend my time in the hood, up to no good
I’m your Bruce Wayne, you’re my Martha
You’re so faultless, but not my father
Sometimes I just want to go to war in Gaza
Sometimes I just want to bomb the whole plaza
But you see the true meaning of Jihad is caring for your Mother
Who else is going to do it? It’s not going to be my so called brother
Other than you mom, all relations are fake
Real Talk, I’ve lost count of all of my mistakes
You’re always right so how can I go wrong
Jannat is under my mom’s feet, so let’s sing this song
Mother you are an angel in disguise
If you had wings it wouldn’t be a surprise
Seeing you fly isn’t hard to surmise
So pardon my doubts
Because you are the only reason that I am stout
You spend all day on your feet, even with your gout
And every time I try to give you a hand, you are like get out
You looked after 10 kids
But the way that I can’t take care of one mother really takes the piss
If I had one wish it would be a hug and a kiss, when you’re gone you’re truly going to be missed
Life is a gift, without ones mother it’s hard to get the gist
That’s why I pick up the knife and slit my wrists.