| On my knees as a seedling mastering my breathing
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| Praying to Allah faith comes never leaving
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| No pork on my fork strictly fish on my dish
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| On Farrakans lap as a child reminisce
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| That was my granddad grandma would see this
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| Tell me the stories and glory of jesus
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| He is the truth and the proof is the bible
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| Road map to life and the key to survival
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| Confusion moves in my direction
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| Trying to figure my path to perfection
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| Buddhist bahai hindu maybe rasta
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| All with great teachings to master my chakras
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| Lots of time and energy searching
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| Books and conversation to lift up the curtain
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| I feel gods love but which gang is he a part of
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| The one who hang blacks in his name or made martyrs
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| Killing daughters and sons for his glory
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| I know its extreme and not the whole story
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| Many categories and ways of thought
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| Till I looked one day and found god through art
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| Heart racing I’m chasing love has begun
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| With my feet in the earth and my face in the sun
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| That’s god but can it be all so simple
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| No preacher no church no mosque no temple
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| But now everywhere that I go
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| I feel most high give a personal show
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| Ecstatic and faithful thankful and humble
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| Love to the front hate to the back crumble
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| And if that ain’t god I don’t know
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| What is you live gotta find your own flow
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| But yo gotta move through the fascade
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| And find a answer to the question who’s god
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| Who’s god not an ipod I choose squads
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| Ancestors lightworkers who illuminate my path
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| Walking over rainbows
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| A little gold brass on my staff
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| Supreme math god bodies in the bath
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| What you done overpower brass
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| Destroy cash dusty flower lands
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| Came from them sands particles in the band
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| I’m feeling grand man take the time to understand
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| The proof is in the tawny tan glow melanated flow
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| Universal truth the great black mother oh
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| Going off survival based on instincts
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| Nurture my sphinx pose place prose
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| Poetry in u-n-I versal language
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| Not bound in fear mental anguish spiritual language
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| Creates the need of a mystery god odd
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| Misuse of power king james todd
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| Smith feel good with the gift
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| That’s stronger lift your vibration
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| Resist the temptation knowledge born got me open
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| Mind meditation induce your elevation
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| Reflect the light of the elohs
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| Same shape as them zeroes
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| In my cycle circle again simply
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| Take a look at yourself presence goose pimply
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| Pinch me if you will I’m alive
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| My soul is the spirit you can hear it
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| Through my lyrics proofs the mirror image
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| But just a mere appendage of something that’s greater
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| Most high the creator goes by many names
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| Different but the same the one covers all
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| Makes the final call so who’s god ya’ll |