The heart is the general, the eyes are the 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 shinin' My inner would turn my baby's tear drop to small diamonds That be while my love be sprinklin' We stay young while your old faces be wrinklin'
Allah's the most gracious, He made the universe the spacious and heard in all places but still appear faceless Embraces all races, all caste and all In every spec of life He's the of all traces
The answer to all questions, the spark of all Of righteousness, the to the road of perfection Who you all and never ask more of you The faithful companion fights every 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 all day like the grasshopper who work and toil Like armies of ants stones of soil Building a for themselves and storin' food At night we Allah and adore the moon
In sync like the of the Nile, the growth of a child Only God, we greet a ghost with a smile That which is spirit is spirit, is flesh is flesh life has no partnership with death
Yo, I've been highly misunderstood by who met us They had of corn and heads of lettuce Mentally dead, essentially by the false teachings And pledge their allegiance
To that which was against them and exempt them from the Then juiced them and pimped to give an entice So the could rise while their babies home hungry Covered with flies, tryin' to harness the
Allah's the Father without and within On return, who will announce Him? Every tree is but who can count them? The name of all things on this world, who can them? Allah is the Father of all, why do you Him?
The heart is the general, the are the scouts The are the arrows, the body is the bow All have to be manual The wrist must be strong and the fingers high kicks, a good firm stance Avoid the strong points