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 would turn my baby's tear drop to small diamonds That be twinklin' while my love be We stay young while your old wicked be wrinklin'
Allah's the most gracious, He made the the most spacious Seen and heard in all places but still faceless all races, all caste and all cases In every spec of life He's the substance of all
The answer to all questions, the 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 view of the prehistorical, the all and all, you searchin' for the oracle A mission impossible, purely But you call Him on your death bed you layin' in the hospital
And as you play all day like the 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 like the flow of the Nile, the growth of a child Only God, we greet a ghost with a smile That which is spirit is spirit, which is is flesh Meanin' has no partnership with death
Yo, I've been highly misunderstood by who met us They had ears of corn and heads of Mentally dead, essentially by the false teachings And pledge their allegiance
To that which was against them and them from the truth Then them and pimped them to give an entice So the church could rise while their babies hungry Covered with flies, tryin' to harness the
Allah's the Father from and within On return, who will announce Him? Every tree is numbered but who can them? The name of all things on this world, who can them? is the Father of all, why do you doubt Him?
The heart is the general, the eyes are the The fists are the arrows, the is the bow All have to be manual The wrist must be and the fingers powerful Fast high kicks, a good firm the enemy's strong points