The heart is the general, the eyes are the The are the arrows, the body is the bow All movements to be manual
I'm the 7 in the of the sun, I keep shinin' My inner light would turn my baby's tear drop to small That be twinklin' my love be sprinklin' We stay young while your old wicked be wrinklin'
the most gracious, He made the universe the most spacious Seen and in all places but still appear faceless all races, all caste and all cases In every spec of life He's the substance of all
The to all questions, the spark of all suggestions Of righteousness, the to the road of perfection Who gives you all and never ask of you The companion that fights every war with you
Before the mortal view of the prehistorical, the all and all, you searchin' for the oracle A impossible, purely philosophical But you call Him on death bed when you layin' in the hospital
And as you play all day like the grasshopper who work and Like armies of ants carryin' stones of Building a for themselves and storin' food At night we praise and adore the moon
In sync the flow of the Nile, the growth of a child Only fearin' God, we greet a ghost a smile That which is spirit is spirit, is flesh is flesh life has no partnership with death
Yo, I've highly misunderstood by those who met us They had ears of and heads of lettuce Mentally dead, essentially by the false teachings And pledge their allegiance
To that was against them and exempt them from the truth juiced them and pimped them to give an entice So the church could rise while their babies hungry with flies, tryin' to harness the wind
Allah's the Father without and within On return, who will announce Him? Every tree is numbered but who can them? The name of all on this world, who can pronounce them? Allah is the Father of all, why do you doubt
The heart is the general, the eyes are the The are the arrows, the body is the bow All movements to be manual The wrist be strong and the fingers powerful Fast high kicks, a good stance the enemy's strong points