The heart is the general, the are the scouts The fists are the arrows, the is the bow All movements 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 be twinklin' while my love be sprinklin' We stay young while your old wicked faces be
the most gracious, He made the universe the most spacious Seen and heard in all places but still faceless all races, all caste and all cases In spec of life He's the substance of all traces
The answer to all questions, the spark of all Of righteousness, the pathway to the of perfection Who you all and never ask more of you The faithful companion that fights every war you
the mortal view of the prehistorical, historical He's the all and all, you searchin' for the A impossible, purely philosophical But you call Him on your bed when you layin' in the hospital
And as you all day like the grasshopper who work and toil Like armies of ants stones of soil Building a home for themselves and storin' At night we praise and adore the moon
In sync like the flow of the Nile, the of a child Only God, we greet a ghost with a smile which is spirit is spirit, which is flesh is flesh Meanin' has no partnership with death
Yo, I've been highly by those who met us They had ears of and heads of lettuce dead, essentially lead by the false teachings And eventually pledge their
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 Christ return, who announce 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 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 strong and the powerful high kicks, a good firm stance Avoid the enemy's strong