LRC歌词
This is a story about
A boy named bilal
Born as a slave under
White arab supremacy in mecca
You see
In the early years of islam
He was a companion
Of the prophet muhammad
Peace be upon him
But what many do not know
Is the racism bilal
Endured even as a muslim
So you see, this slave bilal
Even though he was the son
Of an abyssinian princess
He was traded for three pagan slaves
A man, his wife and their daughter
Because slavery knows no honour
An' even though his gift was the voice
That called other muslims to prayer
He was looked at and treated
No different then the modern
Day children of israel
But bilal an' his gift
Was a sign that paved the way
The story of bilal applies
To the bilal's of today (listen)
He was described as being handsome
Impressive in stature
With a deep brown complexion
Eyes that sparkled like diamonds
A fine nose
Whatever that is
And bright skin that glowed
Gifted with that deep, soulful
Melodic, resonant voice
You see this boy named bilal
As a man he grew a beard
Kinda' thin on both cheeks
Unlike the thickness of his wisdom
A one of a kind-kinda' dignity
Self esteem to match it
Persecution worse than slaughter?
How bilal survived was magic
He was tortured
Paraded in the streets
Dragged round mecca
Even the kids that mocked
He never buckled under pressure
Staring death in the face
Bilal would never give his faith
Whips an' beatings came
His limbs were bound to stakes
They spread his arms out like an eagle
On the arabian sands
Under the scorching desert sun
Bilal refused to recant
An' then umayyah ordered
A hot boulder be placed on his chest
An' when the prophet found
Out this is what happened next (aaaah)
He commanded abu bakr
With the task of negotiation
He swapped those three pagan
Slaves for bilal's emancipation
What ever happened to those slaves
I guess never made it to the narrative
But bilal would rise to prominence
As the minister of the treasury
Distribution of mecca's wealth
He would give to the widows
Charity to the orphans
Hand out rations to the traveller
If they couldn't help themselves
Mr. Bilal was on the scene
Mr. Bilal was doing deeds
Mr. Bilal was what they need (breathe)
Regardless of the school of thought
They all agree, bilal
Gave the first call to prayer
That made you all bow in salah
Bless that child of medina
Who had a vision about
The human voice
Once he heard
The words to prayer
Presented muhammad
With the choice (hey!)
An' that child of medina
Was abdullah ibn ziyad
Once muhammad adopted the idea
Yo' he called upon bilal
Then muhammad taught bilal adhan
Rejected by the shias
Same angel taught him
How to pray also taught
Him what to say (hey!)
Whatever the line
Of thought you believe
Remember this today
Cuz' the story of bilal
Is going down with all the greats
Every bilal alive today
I challenge all of you to say
The truth to power
You must rebuke
The daily devil of the day
Be you in this world
But not conformed to it
Let 'em scorn you for it
Stay humble in the faith
As you challenge the opposition
Yes your name carries weight
Held in high regards with honour
Bilal for all time, even in death
He lives forever mnib
(I done all my words wrong)
A boy named bilal
Born as a slave under
White arab supremacy in mecca
You see
In the early years of islam
He was a companion
Of the prophet muhammad
Peace be upon him
But what many do not know
Is the racism bilal
Endured even as a muslim
So you see, this slave bilal
Even though he was the son
Of an abyssinian princess
He was traded for three pagan slaves
A man, his wife and their daughter
Because slavery knows no honour
An' even though his gift was the voice
That called other muslims to prayer
He was looked at and treated
No different then the modern
Day children of israel
But bilal an' his gift
Was a sign that paved the way
The story of bilal applies
To the bilal's of today (listen)
He was described as being handsome
Impressive in stature
With a deep brown complexion
Eyes that sparkled like diamonds
A fine nose
Whatever that is
And bright skin that glowed
Gifted with that deep, soulful
Melodic, resonant voice
You see this boy named bilal
As a man he grew a beard
Kinda' thin on both cheeks
Unlike the thickness of his wisdom
A one of a kind-kinda' dignity
Self esteem to match it
Persecution worse than slaughter?
How bilal survived was magic
He was tortured
Paraded in the streets
Dragged round mecca
Even the kids that mocked
He never buckled under pressure
Staring death in the face
Bilal would never give his faith
Whips an' beatings came
His limbs were bound to stakes
They spread his arms out like an eagle
On the arabian sands
Under the scorching desert sun
Bilal refused to recant
An' then umayyah ordered
A hot boulder be placed on his chest
An' when the prophet found
Out this is what happened next (aaaah)
He commanded abu bakr
With the task of negotiation
He swapped those three pagan
Slaves for bilal's emancipation
What ever happened to those slaves
I guess never made it to the narrative
But bilal would rise to prominence
As the minister of the treasury
Distribution of mecca's wealth
He would give to the widows
Charity to the orphans
Hand out rations to the traveller
If they couldn't help themselves
Mr. Bilal was on the scene
Mr. Bilal was doing deeds
Mr. Bilal was what they need (breathe)
Regardless of the school of thought
They all agree, bilal
Gave the first call to prayer
That made you all bow in salah
Bless that child of medina
Who had a vision about
The human voice
Once he heard
The words to prayer
Presented muhammad
With the choice (hey!)
An' that child of medina
Was abdullah ibn ziyad
Once muhammad adopted the idea
Yo' he called upon bilal
Then muhammad taught bilal adhan
Rejected by the shias
Same angel taught him
How to pray also taught
Him what to say (hey!)
Whatever the line
Of thought you believe
Remember this today
Cuz' the story of bilal
Is going down with all the greats
Every bilal alive today
I challenge all of you to say
The truth to power
You must rebuke
The daily devil of the day
Be you in this world
But not conformed to it
Let 'em scorn you for it
Stay humble in the faith
As you challenge the opposition
Yes your name carries weight
Held in high regards with honour
Bilal for all time, even in death
He lives forever mnib
(I done all my words wrong)
文本歌词
This is a story about A boy named bilalBorn as a slave under White arab supremacy in meccaYou seeIn the early years of islamHe was a companion Of the prophet muhammadPeace be upon himBut what many do not know Is the racism bilal Endured even as a muslimSo you see, this slave bilal Even though he was the son Of an abyssinian princessHe was traded for three pagan slavesA man, his wife and their daughterBecause slavery knows no honourAn' even though his gift was the voice That called other muslims to prayerHe was looked at and treated No different then the modern Day children of israelBut bilal an' his gift Was a sign that paved the wayThe story of bilal applies To the bilal's of today (listen)He was described as being handsome Impressive in statureWith a deep brown complexion Eyes that sparkled like diamondsA fine nose Whatever that is And bright skin that glowedGifted with that deep, soulful Melodic, resonant voiceYou see this boy named bilal As a man he grew a beardKinda' thin on both cheeks Unlike the thickness of his wisdomA one of a kind-kinda' dignity Self esteem to match itPersecution worse than slaughter? How bilal survived was magicHe was tortured Paraded in the streets Dragged round meccaEven the kids that mocked He never buckled under pressureStaring death in the face Bilal would never give his faithWhips an' beatings came His limbs were bound to stakesThey spread his arms out like an eagle On the arabian sandsUnder the scorching desert sun Bilal refused to recantAn' then umayyah ordered A hot boulder be placed on his chestAn' when the prophet found Out this is what happened next (aaaah)He commanded abu bakr With the task of negotiationHe swapped those three pagan Slaves for bilal's emancipationWhat ever happened to those slaves I guess never made it to the narrativeBut bilal would rise to prominence As the minister of the treasuryDistribution of mecca's wealth He would give to the widowsCharity to the orphans Hand out rations to the travellerIf they couldn't help themselves Mr. Bilal was on the sceneMr. Bilal was doing deeds Mr. Bilal was what they need (breathe)Regardless of the school of thought They all agree, bilalGave the first call to prayer That made you all bow in salahBless that child of medina Who had a vision about The human voiceOnce he heard The words to prayer Presented muhammad With the choice (hey!)An' that child of medina Was abdullah ibn ziyadOnce muhammad adopted the idea Yo' he called upon bilalThen muhammad taught bilal adhan Rejected by the shiasSame angel taught him How to pray also taught Him what to say (hey!)Whatever the line Of thought you believe Remember this todayCuz' the story of bilal Is going down with all the greatsEvery bilal alive today I challenge all of you to sayThe truth to power You must rebuke The daily devil of the dayBe you in this world But not conformed to itLet 'em scorn you for it Stay humble in the faith As you challenge the oppositionYes your name carries weight Held in high regards with honourBilal for all time, even in death He lives forever mnib (I done all my words wrong)
