The heart is the general, the are the scouts The fists are the arrows, the is the bow All have to be manual
I'm the 7 in the center of the sun, I shinin' My inner light turn my baby's tear drop to small diamonds That be while my love be sprinklin' We stay young while old wicked faces be wrinklin'
the most gracious, He made the universe the most spacious Seen and heard in all places but still appear Embraces all races, all caste and all In every of life He's the substance of all traces
The to all questions, the spark of all suggestions Of righteousness, the pathway to the of perfection Who you all and never ask more of you The faithful that fights every war with you
Before the mortal of the prehistorical, historical He's the all and all, you for the oracle A impossible, purely philosophical But you call Him on your 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 home for themselves and storin' At night we praise Allah and adore the
In like the flow of the Nile, the growth of a child Only fearin' God, we greet a with a smile That which is spirit is spirit, which is flesh is life has no partnership with death
Yo, I've been highly misunderstood by who met us had ears of corn and heads of lettuce Mentally dead, essentially by the false teachings And eventually their allegiance
To that which was against and exempt them from the truth juiced them and pimped them to give an entice So the church could rise their babies home hungry with flies, tryin' to harness the wind
Allah's the Father from and within On Christ return, who will Him? tree is numbered but who can count 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 movements have to be The wrist must be and the fingers powerful Fast high kicks, a firm stance Avoid the enemy's points