Stolen Faith Blues - Bobby Kareem | New Nasheed | Mystic Meditation Records

I've been torn from the desert, dragged

over the sea. Chain on my body, but my

soul's still free. They took away my

prayer and they beat me down. Cruel,

tried to break my faith, make me forget

the golden rule. Oh Lord, I got the

blues. The stolen faith blew so deep.

Cry to the sky.

My ancestor souls to keep.

[Music]

[Music]

My mama's mama prayed in wool of th

under midnight sky

whispering Allah Akbar when no overseers

I by day they called me slave

gave me some stranger's name but I

remember Moses

who stood up to Pharaoh's game

they can whip my back Lord and scar me

through and through, but they can't

strip away these stolen faith blues.

You can steal my body.

You can burn my courage,

silence my tongue,

put a cross in my hand. Oh, but listen,

there's a light inside me that no lash

can kill.

is the love of a rasola

and I feel it burning still from the

land of the love to these carol hues. We

still singing ash hard la

in these stolen faith blues.

They painted the prophets to look

nothing like me.

Gave some blue eyes on my church fan for

me to see. But my heart it knew better.

Truth cut clean through the lies. Cuz

most I was dark skinned.

Had the strength of 10 lions alive.

Miam's baby boy Issa was a bronzekinned

Jew. So I ain't bowing to no false

image. I want the true message too.

Devil in the cotton field said forget

who you are.

Forget who you are.

Angels in my heart kept faith storage.

Oh yeah.

From Timbuktu to Savannah we carried the

Nord all along.

Now the spirits of my father's got me

singing this song.

Oh,

you can change my name.

You can shackle my hands,

make me kneel to your king

in these strange new lands.

But our last 99 names still beat in my

breast.

And the love of Muham

let my soul rest. No, you can't steal my

heartbeat or the truth of my music in

Christ. La

through these stolen faith blues.

[Music]

Now generations later, I hear grandpa's

hidden song,

he was huming all when the night were

long. I feel a people loves God's

beloved smile shining in my dark eyes.

That's rush to lo her. The promise they

couldn't disguise. From the soil of

Medina to the fields where we'd weep, we

found our way home. What was sown, we

shall reap. I had the stolen faith

blues, but those blues made me strong.

Turn my pain into prayer and my sorrow

to song.

Through mercy and patience,

I paid my dues.

Now I lost grace.

Guides me out of these blues.

Oh Lord of the worlds, let my children

never lose the faith that was stolen

in those long ago blues.

[Laughter]