You're living your life and can't understand how I live mine. Father hear my cry tonight Father listen to me Father with open eyes he cannot see Father
Breezy Sunday after noon, I was strolling along the sidewalk Stripes, down on seventh avenue, a stranger asked me for direction I said I don't have a
Jabar, or Prince Allah, Al Jamel, Bilal or Jihad, Akbar, and Al Salam They called Allah the father, they were from broken home And this man was the only father
