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The Mystery (Who Is God?)

Rakim

The 18th Letter

1997

thoughts it gave the center more force
He gave birth to the sun which would follow his laws
All caused by his mental intercourse, who is God?

If you can

the principles of the love languages in various relationships, including romantic partnerships, parent-child relationships, and friendships. He illustrates how

Hey young world, the world is yours/
Yours to pick up where we left off, a world of scorn//
The greed of the elites burn resources galore//
Earth

which consummates
harmonious note for the musical tune 
of life for the sun and moon
my lovely child an anchor to the windy sails
more precious than

lovely child an anchor to the windy sails
More precious than chasing my tails

You are the center of my being
You are the light of the darkness that I'm

uphill
with a name and greeting
I won't fight the current
I'll swallow the ocean
To find the center
To feel the motion
To hear the secret
To catch

virtue of humility. I know that without your guidance and wisdom, it can be all too easy to become prideful and self-centered, but with your help, I know

the center more force

He gave birth to the sun which would follow his laws

All caused by his mental intercourse, who is God?



If you can see if you can

I been through this many times I ain't giving up
I'll give it everything I got, so you know it's love
Indigenous child you the one who lift me up

centers, guidance in their fight
To any warrior strugglin', listen to my rhyme
Never abandon faith, your breakthrough gonna come in time

Lord give me

Bismillah
But just from a child, We're struggling with all that guilt
You know, and we think that that's God
We think that's God tellin' us feel guilty
God is

a force of shorts, got my beast on sports, using any resource
drizzle in drips, making royalty chips, so I can eat dip, stare at thick ass hips
I flips

wild out till they beg you to leave
They peg you to be
The worst of em all
The second born son be the first one to fall
The prodigal child that think

csato ma sadgamaya
Tamaso ma jyotir gamaya
Mrtyor ma amrtam gamaya
Om shanti shanti shanti

Coming back to center and pause for a moment. That

and go on random adventures
Acupressure, letting go of my barriers
Large money manager is manifesting from the heart center
Cycle of earning potential, my

They talk low
I'm calm though
& also
I don't want them probs no
They sell for earns to keep what
I hold eternally
With no guidance
They put to further

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Yes Sir, I Will

whim that its wealthy clients might express,
Well let them supply me an Exocet missile and a starving Third World child
And I'll tell them the politics