The Feeling of Flying (Produced by Markis Precise) - Brother Ali

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

I’m tired of crying

Destroying and building

I’m done denying

I’m removing the ceiling

My whole life I’ve been dying

I’m getting busy living

I feel like I’m flying

I’m not asking permission

There’s a cost for loving, it’s the cost of living

Don’t remorse for nothing, I just pray I’m forgiven

The telephone’s ringing, and the past is calling

It don’t offer me nothing, don’t ignore it, just listen

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 I’ll pay y’all back

What I learned my thirty-sixth time around the track

I’m 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 I’m missing in Salat is kneeling

To to return me to my feet, I forgot that feeling

I’m tired of crying

Destroying and building

I’m done denying

I’m removing the ceiling

My whole life I’ve been dying

I’m getting busy living

I feel like I’m flying

I’m not asking permission

I’m not asking permission

I’m not asking permission

I feel like I’m flying

I’m not asking permission

I’m not asking permission

I’m not asking permission

It’s the feeling of flying

I’m acquainted with shame, I hated my name

I validated their claims and I stayed in my lane

I’m mistaking the chain, thought it was a lifeline

Just because it’s 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

It’s the bittersweet taste when I make love

I can’t trust it’ll be there when I wake up

I’m tired of crying

Destroying and building

I’m done denying

I’m removing the ceiling

My whole life I’ve been dying

I’m getting busy living

I feel like I’m flying

I’m not asking permission

I’m not asking permission

I’m not asking permission

It’s the feeling of flying

I’m not asking permission

I’m not asking permission

I’m not asking permission

It’s the feeling of flying

There’s a cost for loving, it’s the cost of living

Don’t remorse for nothing, I just pray I’m forgiven

The telephone’s ringing, and the past is calling

It don’t offer me nothing, don’t ignore it, just listen

I’m tired of crying

Destroying and building

I’m done denying

I’m removing the ceiling

My whole life I’ve been dying

I’m getting busy living

I feel like I’m flying

I’m not asking permission

It’s the feeling of flying

It’s the feeling of flying

It’s the feeling of flying