People do say alot of hurtful things
lettin' alone those acts they be playin...

There at the feet of that mountain ye'll see
a man carryin' two buckets towards a tree...

I lay on my back thinkin' at the stars
why i had to fight that many a wars...

I know at times i have lost my ways too
forgot 'bout efflorescences of truth...

There's no earthly muse but from God it is
for whatever is by the will of His...