[Produced by Markis Precise] Intro Brother Ali] Bismillah, ya Allah, I make this a song about About witnessing God through healing And let it be what it is, I turn it over to you Love, love, love [Hook Brother Ali] Im tired of crying Destroying and building Im done denying Im removing the ceiling My whole life Ive been dying Im getting busy living I feel like Im flying Im not asking permission [PostHook Brother Ali] Theres a cost for loving, its the cost of living Dont remorse for nothing, I just pray Im forgiven The telephones ringing, and the past is calling It dont offer me nothing, dont ignore it, just listen [Verse 1 Brother Ali] Survival tactics are perfect for survival mode But they no longer serve a purpose once your life goes on That suffering will always be a part of me But to serve suffering, is idolatry Shout out to Liza Garza, Samir and Aja Black Respect to Shaykh Hamza, one day Ill pay yall back What I learned my thirtysixth time around the track Im hugging every single curve, never looking back Pain is a revelation, what a scar is revealing Gone but not forgotten, thank God for healing Maybe the blessing that Im missing in Salat is kneeling To to return me to my feet, I forgot that feeling [Hook Brother Ali] Im tired of crying Destroying and building Im done denying Im removing the ceiling My whole life Ive been dying Im getting busy living I feel like Im flying Im not asking permission Im not asking permission Im not asking permission I feel like Im flying Im not asking permission Im not asking permission Im not asking permission Its the feeling of flying [Verse 2 Brother Ali] Im acquainted with shame, I hated my name I validated their claims and I stayed in my lane Im mistaking the chain, thought it was a lifeline Just because its been around me all my lifetime Success meant the world kinda felt out of tilt Survivor guilt made me try to kill what I had built And despair felt just like loyalty I saw betrayal and the day feel joyfully I done cried the blues, til my eyes refused To make water for sorrow too dry to produce I was tryna get loose, I climbed out of that noose Now how could I accuse, the Most High of abuse? I got a hole in my soul that the pain dug And now I let it overflow when the rain comes Its the bittersweet taste when I make love I cant trust itll be there when I wake up [Hook Brother Ali] Im tired of crying Destroying and building Im done denying Im removing the ceiling My whole life Ive been dying Im getting busy living I feel like Im flying Im not asking permission Im not asking permission Im not asking permission Its the feeling of flying Im not asking permission Im not asking permission Im not asking permission Its the feeling of flying [PostHook Brother Ali] Theres a cost for loving, its the cost of living Dont remorse for nothing, I just pray Im forgiven The telephones ringing, and the past is calling It dont offer me nothing, dont ignore it, just listen [Hook Brother Ali] Im tired of crying Destroying and building Im done denying Im removing the ceiling My whole life Ive been dying Im getting busy living I feel like Im flying Im not asking permission Its the feeling of flying Its the feeling of flying Its the feeling of flying
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