How intimate the conversation becomes
Once you realize youre not the author in life
It is only but of the most highs word
that we have stolen and plagiarized
Openly have i written these lines
But who prepared the thoughts for me
Is he not holy
Has he not shown his glory and light
Show me a type
You know
Thats spoken of
more worthy, Alive
The deceit and lies
They speak boldly
Are not of an everlasting kind
It shall only be the truth
that may have a pass through time
Its been shown to me
The things of an honest man whos wise
But who summoned it
Other then the one who is all knowing
This is only his
What are we really doing but passing time
Why else are we here
But to give honor and glorly to the most high
Yahawah bahasham yahawahshi