# Shayd ft KingSkot, Abwordsmith and Hooman - Whispers from Hope's street ( spoken words)

**Channel:** Shayd Abdulbaqee
**Source:** https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJKUXnqqm3w
**Transcript page:** https://www.withtranscript.ai/video/qJKUXnqqm3w

## Chapters

- 0:03 — Opening Invocation and Personal Journey
- 1:18 — Struggle, Work, and Daily Survival
- 3:09 — Hope Amid Despair and Brokenness
- 5:07 — Healing, Endurance, and Final Resolve

## Transcript

**[0:03]:** hey

**[0:08]:** yeah shade I got the holes quiet on this one Whispers from Hope streets

**[0:28]:** I am a Kennesaw of districts assisted life Two Towns Villages and districts praying that it never gets to be districts I Surrender myself away for even when I sin I choose to be discreet this is the story about how I evolved from an endless boy to a man who rose with the word of Allah in history let our shoulders be domes and rocks of Good Deeds for when you remember all the hard times and how you got out of them you realize that God did I wonder is it life's cause to stay of course and many times flows

**[1:18]:** to consistently find our bearing this birthmark of hard work that we bury has consistently right onto pages to grief and sadness that envelop us we bury it how our shadows and souls be running way faster than our shoes how our minds racist and life and death questions it is continuously trying to solve detains run fast in the speed of light in all our dreams is to achieve before buried beneath when we cease to breathe regardless stumbles we focus on a days to count that each day is not a waste to either slower haste attainment is dying need we work to trace it's everyday routine back against the war in silence facing the scar praying hard to get over my flaws biting more than I can chew to stay in tall dead whispered prior to his demise when he heard me complaining he said trying is better than not trying it all the world oversees you

**[2:14]:** when you become so do your best and leave the rest of your lord who is in total control this all will perish after all but in the process impact on other people's lives stay away from hypocrisy fake life and tele lies so I see hope as praying for rain for faith is bringing in an umbrella even though we watched how our childhood dreams fade into dust I'm not surprised though dust we came and to eat we should return so does that make me a living dead or am I just a ghost waiting to lay where his dreams rest see what keeps the soul going could it be the hustle for the Daily Bread we don't know no other way that was not the way we were bred for we are just bulletproof Souls breathing from a hat with stitched holes flawed by the sacrifices we've made even as the lights fade we still dance to

**[3:09]:** The Melody of the silence call dude by the warmth of Darkness we hoped hope listen to our Paul's close us but hope is just a four letter words hanging from a tweak of failure one whose branches stems from a shredded costs one whose path washed as we stand of course only to find peace in the Vicious Cycle we fall rise lick our wounds and still lay our hearts on the butcher's table tell me how do you seek for a better tomorrow with a scattered blueprint how do you match forth when your best foot is real how do you numb the sounds of a bandwagon of Despair when the singing notes of Faith depends on your Soul's emptiness if Hope was alive then it's really careless a reality must be a preacher one who reached sermons from scriptures our parents didn't believe in one whose gospels are whispered in the streets one whose light shimmers from

**[4:11]:** the cracks of Hope one whose songs hurts the ears but keeps the soul woke the world labeled us a joke so we drew pictures in the world that only pain could see wrote love letters that only Sorrows could read and watch how the broken hands of time bleeds from the depths of Despair and inconceivable Horrors and the place the place of lost and plentiful sorrows from a battlefield with mangled bodies and shrieks and groans from all the anguish all hopes are lost to then be recovered so today of days nurses tomorrow between Joys and pains that fill the hollow that is formed by gains and all the losses we fall We rise in flush sunshine

**[5:07]:** out of the tiniest bit of Hope in humans we heal reform back to the normal and put our hearts back on the chalkboard and hope his knives don't cut In Too Deep as we eat in the morning we tell each other since we can't be unlucky every day we go again today and every day until someday with all this life too promises Birds whistles and colorful Monies away from all the killings grieve sorrow and all the terrible morning when the rains go it will be rainbows and the skies are gonna be sunny we will take a jolly ride on last beautiful Journey this is a checkpoint a life of exchange today it is a token from tomorrow it is nothing new anymore in this adulthood losing people are loved the most property's going to ghost face in the office scene declined for lack of requirement we grew to learn there's so much peace and believe

**[6:18]:** in and leaving things to Allah life gets tougher each and every day but we get through it either of the way we fall We rise and never give up hope but the songs in my hearts are slowly fading for I can hear the Whispers calling every words teaching my broken fate but this weak feet shall regain its Pace yeah I can hear the Whispers calling The Whispers from Hope streets

**[6:51]:** foreign