The heart is the general, the are the scouts The are the arrows, the body is the bow All have to be manual
I'm the 7 in the center of the sun, I keep My inner light would turn my baby's tear to small diamonds That be twinklin' my love be sprinklin' We stay young while your old faces be wrinklin'
Allah's the most gracious, He made the universe the spacious Seen and heard in all places but appear faceless Embraces all races, all and all cases In every spec of life the substance of all traces
The to all questions, the spark of all suggestions Of righteousness, the pathway to the road of Who you all and never ask more of you The faithful companion that fights war with you
Before the mortal of the prehistorical, historical He's the all and all, you for the oracle A mission impossible, philosophical But you call Him on your death bed when you in the hospital
And as you play all day the grasshopper who work and toil armies of ants carryin' stones of soil Building a home for and storin' food At night we praise Allah and adore the
In sync like the flow of the Nile, the growth of a Only God, we greet a ghost with a smile That which is spirit is spirit, which is is flesh Meanin' life has no partnership with
Yo, I've been misunderstood by those who met us had ears of corn and heads of lettuce Mentally dead, lead by the false teachings And eventually pledge allegiance
To which was against them and exempt them from the truth Then them and pimped them to give an entice So the church rise while their babies home hungry Covered with flies, to harness the wind
the Father from without and within On Christ return, who will Him? tree is numbered but who can count them? The of all things on this world, who can pronounce them? Allah is the Father of all, why do you Him?
The is the general, the eyes are the scouts The are the arrows, the body is the bow All movements to be manual The must be strong and the fingers powerful high kicks, a good firm stance Avoid the enemy's points