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 of the sun, I keep shinin' My inner light would turn my baby's tear drop to diamonds That be twinklin' while my love be We stay while your old wicked faces be wrinklin'
Allah's the most gracious, He the universe the most spacious Seen and in all places but still appear faceless all races, all caste and all cases In every of life He's the substance of all traces
The answer to all questions, the spark of all Of righteousness, the pathway to the road of Who gives you all and never ask of you The faithful companion fights every war with you
the mortal view of the prehistorical, historical He's the all and all, you for the oracle A impossible, purely philosophical But you call Him on your death bed when you in the hospital
And as you play all day like the who work and toil Like armies of ants carryin' stones of Building a home for themselves and food At night we Allah and adore the moon
In sync the flow of the Nile, the growth of a child Only fearin' God, we greet a ghost a smile That which is is spirit, which is flesh is flesh Meanin' life has no partnership death
Yo, I've highly misunderstood by those who met us They had ears of and heads of lettuce Mentally dead, essentially by the false teachings And eventually pledge allegiance
To that which was against and exempt them from the truth Then juiced them and pimped them to give an So the church could rise while their babies home with flies, tryin' to harness the wind
Allah's the Father without and within On Christ return, who announce Him? Every tree is numbered but who can count 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 fists are the arrows, the is the bow All movements have to be The must be strong and the fingers powerful high kicks, a good firm stance Avoid the enemy's strong