Yeah…this is Tai

Yeah…this is Tai Bismillah before I breathe, Still fighting what they don’t see. [Intro] Yeah… Another talking stage gone quiet. Another “maybe” turned into silence. [Verse 1] I won’t lie — I struggle with desire, Heart on deen but my nafs on fire. Lower my gaze, then raise it again, Trying to break habits I can’t defend. I want beauty. I won’t pretend. Soft voice, deep eyes, loyal friend. But I know attraction ain’t just looks, It’s discipline written in unseen books. Many conversations faded slow, Good mornings stopped, then messages froze. Left on read like I said too much, Or maybe not enough — wrong tone, wrong touch. Ghosted. No closure. Just quiet screens. Wondering what all that “connection” means. [Hook] Ya Allah, I’m trying to become the man Who doesn’t chase — but understands. Who doesn’t beg for attention or chase validation, But builds himself with patience. Make me strong where I’m weak at night, Make my discipline louder than my appetite. If she’s written for me, let her see The best version You’re shaping in me. [Verse 2] Sometimes I think maybe I talk too deep, Or maybe I reveal what I should keep. Maybe I scare them with seriousness, Or maybe they just weren’t meant to fit. I wanted halal love, not games and trends, Not temporary highs that always end. I wanted nikah energy from the start, Not flirting just to warm the heart. But I can’t blame them for walking away, If I’m still becoming who I should be today. Maybe Allah blocks what feels right, Because I’m not ready for that light. [Bridge – reflective] Every silence forced me inward. Every ghosting made me stronger. Less reactive. Less needy. More aware of my own hunger. I don’t want to attract her with charm alone, Or muscles, status, or tone of phone. I want her to feel steadiness. Security. Iman in my bones. [Verse 3 – maturity] So I’m building quietly. Gym. Qur’an. Discipline. Fixing my sleep. Guarding my skin. Working on temper. Working on speech. Trying to practice what I preach. Not perfect — still fighting urges, Still battling ego that resurfaces. But every rejection carved away The boy in me that needed praise. I don’t want a wife to complete my void. I want to meet her already employed In purpose. In growth. In self-control. A man with direction. A guarded soul. [Hook – stronger] Ya Allah, make me attractive in Your sight, Before I’m attractive in hers one night. Let my character speak before my face, Let my patience set the pace. If she comes, let it be with ease. No confusion. No mixed energies. And if she leaves, let me stand tall — Trusting You were protecting me from it all. [Outro] I’m not bitter. I’m refining. Not rejected — just redesigning. Every silence shaping me. Every delay preparing me. One day I’ll look at her and know — All those fallouts had to go. Until then… I’m mastering desire. Strengthening discipline. And becoming him.